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HYMNAL 


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REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON.  D.  D. 

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THE  CUMBERLAND  PRESBYTERIAN  HYMNAL 


1/ 

A  SELECTION  OF 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS 


WITH  MUSIC 


/  FOR    USE    IN    THE 

CUMBERLAND  PRESBYTERIAN  CHURCH 


APPROVED    BY   THE    GENERAL    ASSEMBLY,    IN    KANSAS    CITY,    MO., 

MAY,  X889 


NASHVILLE,   TENN.: 
CUMBERLAND    PRESBYTERIAN    PUBLISHING   HOUSE 


THE  TEX   COMMANDMENTS. 

1.  Thou  shalt  have  no  other  gods  before  me. 

2.  Thou  shalt  not  make  unto  thee  any  graven  image,  or  any  likeness  of  any 
thing  that  is  in  heaven  above,  or  that  is  in  the  earth  beneath,  or  that  is  in  the 
water  under  the  earth  :  thou  shalt  not  bow  down  thyself  to  them,  nor  serve  them  ; 
for  I  the  Lord  thy  God  am  a  jealous  God,  visiting  the  iniquity  of  the  fathers  upon 
the  children  unto  the  third  and  fourth  generation  of  them  that  hate  me;  and 
shewing  mercy  unto  thousands  of  them  that  love  me  and  keep  my  commandments. 

3.  Thou  shalt  not  take  the  name  of  the  Lord  thy  God  in  vain  :  for  the  Lord 
will  not  hold  him  guiltless  that  taketh  his  name  in  vain. 

4.  Remember  the  Sabbath  day,  to  keep  it  holy.  Six  days  shalt  thou  labor, 
and  do  all  thy  work :  but  the  seventh  day  is  the  Sabbath  of  the  Lord  thy  God : 
in  it  thou  shalt  not  do  any  work,  thou,  nor  thy  son,  nor  thy  daughter,  thy  man- 
servant, nor  thy  maid-servant,  nor  thy  cattle,  nor  the  stranger  that  is  within  thy 
gates:  for  in  six  days  the  Lord  made  heaven  and  earth,  the  sea,  and  all  that  in 
them  is,  and  rested  the  seventh  day :  wherefore  the  Lord  blessed  the  Sabbath 
day,  and  hallowed  it. 

5.  Honor  thy  father  and  thy  mother :  that  thy  days  may  be  long  upon  the 
land  which  the  Lord  thy  God  giveth  thee. 

0.  Thou  shalt  not  kill. 

7.  Thou  shalt  not  commit  adultery. 

8.  Thou  shalt  not  steal. 

9.  Thou  shalt  not  bear  false  witness  against  thy  neighbor. 

10.  Thou  shalt  not  covet  thy  neighbor's  house,  thou  shalt  not  covet  thy  neigh- 
bor's wife,  nor  his  man-servant,  nor  his  maid-servant,  nor  his  ox,  nor  his  ass,  nor 
anything  that  is  thy  neighbor's. — Ex.  20  :  3-17. 

THE  LORD'S  PRAYER. 

Our  Father  which  art  in  heaven,  Hallowed  be  thy  name.  Thy  kingdom  come. 
Thy  will  be  done  in  earth,  as  it  is  in  heaven.  Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread. 
And  forgive  us  our  debts,  as  we  forgive  our  debtors.  And  lead  us  not  into  temp- 
tation, but  deliver  us  from  evil :  For  thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the  power,  and  the 
glory,  for  ever.     Amen. —  Matt.  6  :  9-13. 

THE  APOSTLES'  CREED. 

I  believe  in  God  the  Father  Almighty,  Maker  of  heaven  and  earth :  And  in 
Jesus  Christ  his  only  Son  our  Lord ;  who  was  conceived  by  the  Holy  Ghost ;  born 
of  the  Virgin  Mary  ;  suffered  under  Pontius  Pilate  ;  was  crucified,  dead  and 
buried  ;  the  third  day  he  rose  from  the  dead  ;  he  ascended  into  heaven  ;  and  sitteth 
at  the  right  hand  of  God  the  Father  Almighty  :  from  thence  he  shall  come  to 
judge  the  quick  and  the  dead.  I  believe  in  the  Holy  Ghost;  the  holy  Universal 
Church ;  the  communion  of  saints  j  the  forgiveness  of  sins  j  the  resurrection  of 
the  body  ;  and  the  life  everlasting.     Amen. 


Copyright,  1878,  by  Scribner  &  Co. 

Copyright,  1881,  by  The  Century  Co. 
Copyright,  1889,  by  The  Century  Co. 


PREFACE. 


This  book,  with  the  exception  of  thirty-five  of  the  pieces  contained 
in  the  Supplement,  is  the  work  of  Rev.  Chas.  S.  Robinson,  D.  D.,  of 
New-York  City,  a  man  whose  fame  for  skill,  taste,  accuracy,  and  catho- 
licity, in  the  preparation  of  hymnals,  is  in  all  the  land. 

The  committee  appointed  by  the  General  Assembly,  at  Covington, 
Ohio,  in  May,  1887,  had  many  meetings,  and  conducted  an  extensive 
correspondence  with  experienced  pastors  and  musicians,  spending  many 
laborious  hours  in  attempting  the  compilation  of  a  new  hymn  and  tune 
book,  according  to  the  direction  of  the  General  Assembly,  and  had 
nearly  completed  the  work,  when  they  were  confronted  by  what  seemed 
an  insurmountable  obstacle.  A  very  large  portion  of  the  tunes  and 
words  which  had  been  chosen  were  found  to  be  protected  by  copy- 
rights, and  could  not  be  procured  except  by  the  payment  of  a  larger 
sum  of  money  than  our  Board  of  Publication  felt  able  to  use  for 
that  purpose.  At  this  juncture,  Dr.  Robinson's  "Spiritual  Songs  for 
Church  and  Choir"  was  placed  in  the  committee's  hands,  and  a  prop- 
osition from  his  publishers  was  submitted  which  was  considered  so 
favorable  that  it  was  thought  advisable  to  accept  it.  It  was  found 
that  the  book  contained  very  many  of  the  songs  which  the  commit- 
tee especially  desired,  and  also  that  it  was  rich  in  words  and  music, 
well  arranged,  and  admirably  adapted  to  the  wants  and  tastes  and  spir- 
itual longings  of  Cumberland  Presbyterians.  It  was,  therefore,  recom- 
mended to  the  General  Assembly,  which  sat  in  Kansas  City,  Mo.,  in 
May,  1889,  that  the  book  be  adopted,  which  was  done  by  a  unanimous 
and  hearty  vote  ;  and  the  committee  was  directed  to  prepare  a  Supple- 
ment, to  contain  such  pieces  as,  in  the  judgment  of  the  committee, 
would  still  further  insure  the  adaptation  of  the  book  to  the  wants  of 
our  communion. 

We  now  offer  this  work  to  the  Church,  believing  that  it  will  carry 
with  it  solemn  warnings  to  the  unrepentant,  and  sweet  consolations  to 
the  children  of  God,  and  that  it  will  be  a  source  of  joy  to  our  people 
for  many  years  to  come. 

Xathax  Greex,     TV.  J.  Graxxis, 
M.  B.  DeTVitt.     J.  Reed  Morris,  ! 

J.    I.    D.    HlXDS,       J.    M.    HUBBERT, 


TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 


hymns. 
THE  LORD'S  DAY i-eo 

THE  HOUSE  OF  PRAYER ei-77 

THE    SACRIFICE  OF   PRAISE 78-111 

THE  CLOSE  OF  SERVICE 112-157 

THE  INSPIRED  SCRIPTURES 158-175 

GOD:  THE  ALMIGHTY  FATHER.. 176-233 

THE  LORD  JESUS  CHRIST. 

incarnation  and  birth 234—256 

Life  and  Character 257—272 

sufferings  and  death 273—294 

kesurrection  and  reign 295—328 

exaltation  and  offices 329-349 

THE  HOLY  SPIRIT 350-380 

THE  GOSPEL  OF  GRACE. 

Man's  lost  state 381—397 

the  atonement 398—415 

Invitations > 416—444 

Repentance  unto  Life 445—480 

THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 

conflict  with  sin 481-516 

courage  and  cheer 517—584 

communion  with  christ 585—639 

Experience  and  Graces 640—674 

Privileges  of  Believers 675—703 

discipline  and  Sorrow 704—748 

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Hymns. 
THE  CHURCH. 

Institutions 749—778 

Benevolent  Work 779—807 

Baptism 808—817 

The  Lord's  Supper 818—889 

Missions  and  Growth 890—932 

DEATH  AND  RESURRECTION 933-9:2 

THE  GENERAL  JUDGMENT 973-988 

THE   REST  OF  HEAVEN 989-1045 

MISCELLANEOUS  10:3-1110 

Page. 

INDEX  OF  TUNES 428 

METRICAL  INDEX 430 

INDEX  OF  AUTHORS 432 

INDEX  OF  TEXTS 434 

INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS 436 

INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES 439 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


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Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 

We  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

2  Zion — thrice  happy  place — 
Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 

While  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round: 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 

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3  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest: 
The  man  who  seeks  thy  peace, 
And  wishes  thine  increase, 

A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

4  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
"Peace  to  this  sacred  house  !" 

For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell ° 
And  since  my  glorious  God 
Makes  thee  his  blest  abode, 

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Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow; 
Oh,  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ! 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend, 
In  compassion  now  descend ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee  ;  here  we  stay ; 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn; 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return; 

Those  that  are  cast  down  lift  up  ; 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

5  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a  God  supremely  kind ; 
Ileal  the  sick  ;  the  captive  free  ; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

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To  thy  temple  we  repair — 
Lord,  we  love  to  worship  there, 
When  within  the  vail  we  meet 
Thee  upon  the  mercy-seat. 

2  While  thy  glorious  name  is  sung, 
Tune  our  lips — unloose  our  tongue ; 
Then  our  joyful  souls  shall  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

3  While  to  thee  our  prayers  ascend, 
Let  thine  ear  in  love  attend ; 
Hear  us,  for  thy  Spirit  pleads — 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

4  While  thy  word  is  heard  with  awe, 
While  we  tremble  at  thy  law, 

Let  thy  gospel's  wondrous  love 
Every  doubt  and  fear  remove. 

5  From  thy  house  when  we  return, 
Let  our  hearts  within  us  burn ; 
That  at  evening  we  may  say — 
"We  have  walked  with  God  to-day." 

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Psalm  23.  J.  MERRICK 

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Heavenly  Shepherd,  lead  thy  charge, 
And  my  couch,  with  teuderest  care, 
'Mid  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

2  When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat, 
Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet 

To  the  streams  that,  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow. 

3  Safe  the  dreary  vale  I  tread, 
By  the  shades  of  death  o'erspread, 
With  thy  rod  and  staff  supplied, 
This  my  guard — and  that  my  guide. 

4  Constant  to  my  latest  end, 
Thou  my  footsteps  shalt  attend; 
And  shalt  bid  thy  hallowed  dome 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 

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Twilight.  S.  F.  SMITH. 

Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray 
Of  the  holy  Sabbath  day; 
Gently  as  life's  setting  sun, 
When  the  Christian's  course  is  run. 

2  Peace  is  on  the  world  abroad; 
'Tis  the  holy  peace  of  God — 
Symbol  of  the  peace  within 
When  the  spirit  rests  from  sin. 

3  Still  the  Spirit  lingers  near, 
Where  the  evening  worshiper 
Seeks  communion  with  the  skies, 
Pressing  onward  to  the  prize. 

4  Saviour!  may  our  Sabbaths  be 
Days  of  joy  and  peace  in  thee, 
Till  in  heaven  our  souls  repose, 
Where  the  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  close. 

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The  day  of  rest  once  more  comes  round, 

A  day  to  all  believers  dear; 
The  silver  trumpets  seem  to  sound, 

That  call  the  tribes  of  Israel  near; 
Ye  people  all,  obey  the  call, 

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2  Obedient  to  thy  summons,  Lord, 
We  to  thy  sanctuary  come; 


Thy  gracious  presence  here  afford, 

And  send  thy  people  joyful  home; 
Of  thee  our  King,  oh,  may  we  sing, 

And  none  with  such  a  theme  be  dumb. 
3   Oh,  hasten,  Lord,  the  day  when  those 

Who  know  thee  here  shall  see  thy  face; 
When  suffering  shall  for  ever  close, 

And  they  shall  reach  their  destined  place; 
Then  shall  they  rest,  supremely  blest, 

Eternal  debtors  to  thy  grace. 


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Great  God!  this  sacred  day  of  thine 
Demands  the  soul's  collected  powers; 

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These  solemn,  consecrated  hours; 

Oh,  may  our  souls,  adoring,  own 

The  grace  that  calls  us  to  thy  throne. 


2  Hence,  ye  vain  cares  and  trifles,  fly! 
Where  God  resides  appear  no  more; 

Omniscient  God,  thy  piercing  eye 

Can  every  secret  thought  explore; 
Oh,  may  thy  grace  our  hearts  refine, 
And  fix  our  thoughts  on  things  divine. 

3  Thy  Spirit's  powerful  aid  impart; 
Oh,  may  thy  word,  with  life  divine, 

Engage  the  ear  and  warm  the  heart; 
Then  shall  the  day  indeed  be  thine; 
Then  shall  our  souls,  adoring,  own 
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The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye; 
My  noonday  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales,  and  dewy  meads, 

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My  weary,  wandering  steps  he  leads; 


Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  presence  shall  my  pains  beguile: 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 
With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned; 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 


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When,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies, 
The  morning  light  salutes  mine  eyes, 
O  Sun  of  righteousness  divine, 
On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine ! 


Oh,  chase  the  clouds  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  And  when  to  heaven's  all-glorious  King 
My  morning-sacrifice  I  bring, 

And,  mourning  o'er  my  guilt  and  shame, 
Ask  mercy  in  my  Saviour's  name; 
Then,  Jesus,  cleanse  me  with  thy  blood, 
And  be  my  Advocate  with  God. 

3  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 

With  pardoning  mercy  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour,  while  I  rest; 
Aud,  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 
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LISCHER,    H.  M. 


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Welcome,  delightful  inorn, 
Thou  day  of  sacred  rest ; 
I  hail  thy  kind  return  ; — 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest : 
From  the  low  train      I  soar  to  reach 
Of  mortal  toys,  Immortal  joys. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend, 
And  fill  his  throne  of  grace ; 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend, 
While  saints  address  thy  face  : 

And  learn  to  know 
And  fear  the  Lord. 


Let  sinners  feel 
Thy  quickening  word, 


3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers ; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  bless  these  sacred  hours : 


Then  shall  my  soul 
New  life  obtain, 

MILLENNIUM. 


Nor  Sabbaths  be 
Enjoyed  in  vain. 
H.  M. 


I  soar  to  reach  Immor  -tal     joys. 
Psalm  84.  I.  watts. 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above  I 
How  pleasant,  and  how  fair, 

The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 

To  thine  abode  my  heart  aspires, 

With  warm  desires  to  see  my  God. 

2  Oh,  happy  souls  who  pray, 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 

Oh,  happy  men  who  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  thee  still ;  and  happy  they, 
Who  love  the  way  to  Zion's  hill. 

3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 

Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

Till  each  in  heaven  appears  ; 
Oh,  glorious  seat,  when  God,  our  King, 
Shall  thither  bring  our  willing  feet ! 

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Now,  to  thy  sacred  house, 

With  joy  I  turn  my  feet, 
"Where  saints,  with  morning-vows, 

In  full  assembly  meet : 
Thy  power  divine  shall  there  be  shown, 
And  from  thy  throne  thy  mercy  shine. 
2  Oh,  send  thy  light  abroad  ; 

Thy  truth  with  heavenly  ray 
Shall  lead  my  soul  to  God, 

And  guide  my  doubtful  way; 
I'll  hear  thy  word  with  faith  sincere, 
And  learn  to  fear  and  praise  the  Lord. 

SABBATH.    7s.  61. 


3  Here  reach  thy  bounteous  hand, 
And  all  my  sorrows  heal; 

Here  health  and  strength  divine, 

Oh,  make  my  bosom  feel; 
Like  balmy  dew  shall  Jesus'  voice 
My  heart  rejoice,  my  strength  renew. 

4  Now  in  thy  holy  hill, 
Before  thine  altar,  Lord ! 

My  harp  and  song  shall  sound 

The  glories  of  thy  word: 
Henceforth,  to  thee,  O  God  of  grace ! 
A  hymn  of  praise,  my  life  shall  be. 


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Safely  through  another  week, 

God  has  brought  us  on  our  way; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day: 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 
2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  thy  reconciling  face — 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, — 
May  wc  rest  this  day  in  thee. 


3  Here  we  come  thy  name  to  praise; 
Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near; 

May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear: 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints; 

Make  the  fruits  of  gf ace  abound, 
Bring  relief  for  all  complaints: 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  rest  in  thee  above. 


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Tri    -    umph  o'er      the      shades  of     night: 


Morning.  c.  weslky. 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ,  the  true,  the  only  light, 

Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  th'e  shades  of  night; 

Day-spring  from  on  high,  be  near, 

Day-star  in  my  heart  appear. 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 
If  thy  light  is  hid  from  me; 

Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 

Till  thy  mercy's  beams  I  see; 
Till  they  inward  light  impart, 
Warmth  and  gladness  to  my  heart. 

3  Yisit,  then,  this  soul  of  mine, 
Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief; 

Fill  me,  radiant  Sun  divine  ! 

Scatter  all  my  unbelief; 
More  and  more  thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

SAVANNAH.    10s. 


T.  HASTINGS. 


A  tf  Evening. 

Now,  from  labor  and  from  care, 
Evening  shades  have  set  me  free; 

In  the  work  of  praise  and  prayer, 
Lord!  I  would  converse  with  thee: 

Oh,  behold  me  from  above, 

Fill  me  with  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  Sin  and  sorrow,  guilt  and  woe, 
Wither  all  my  earthly  joys ; 

Naught  can  charm  me  here  below, 
But  my  Saviour's  melting  voice; 
Lord  !  forgive — thy  grace  restore, 
Make  me  thine  for  evermore. 

3  For  the  blessings  of  this  day, 
For  the  mercies  of  this  hour, 

For  the  gospel's  cheering  ray, 

For  the  Spirit's  quickening  power,— 
Grateful  notes  to  thee  I  raise; 
Oh,  accept  my  song  of  praise. 


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O  day  of  rest  and  gladness, 

O  da}'  of  joy  and  light, 
O  balm  of  care  and  sadness, 

Most  beautiful,  most  bright; 
On  thee,  the  high  and  lowly, 

Bending  before  the  throne, 
Sing,  Holy,  Holy,  Holy, 

To  the  Great  Three  in  One. 

2  To-day  on  weary  nations 
The  heavenly  manna  falls; 

To  holy  convocations 

The  silver  trumpet  calls, 
'Where  gospel  light  is  glowing 

With  pure  and  radiant  beams, 
And  living  water  flowing 

With  soul-refreshing  streams. 

3  New  graces  ever  gaining 
From  this  our  day  of  rest, 

We  reach  the  rest  remaining 
To  spirits  of  the  blest. 


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To  Father  and  to  Son; 

The  Church  her  voice  upraises 
To  thee,  blest  Three  in  One. 


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"  Thine  holy  day."  ray  palmer. 

Thine  holy  day's  returning, 

Our  hearts  exult  to  see; 
And  with  devotion  burning, 

Ascend,  O  God,  to  thee ! 
To-day  with  purest  pleasure, 

Our  thoughts  from  earth  withdraw: 
We  search  for  heavenly  treasure, 

We  learn  thy  holy  law. 
2  We  join  to  sing  thy  praises, 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath  day; 
Each  voice  in  gladness  raises 

Its  loudest,  sweetest  lay  ! 
Thy  richest  mercies  sharing, 

Inspire  us  with  thy  love, 
By  grace  our  souls  preparing 

For  nobler  praise  above. 


Communion  in  love. 


P.  H.  BROWN'. 


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Hail,  happy  day  !  thou  day  of  holy  rest, 
What   heavenly  peace  and  transport  fill 

our  breast ! 
When  Christ,  the  God  of  grace,  in  love 

descends, 
And  kindly  holds  communion  with  his  friends. 
2  Let  earth  and  all  its  vanities  be  gone, 
Move  from  my  sight,  and  leave  my  soul  alone ; 


Its  flattering,  fading  glories  I  despise, 
And  to  immortal  beauties  turn  my  eyes. 

3  Fain  would  I  mount  and  penetrate  the 

skies, 
And  on  my  Saviour's  glories  fix  my  eyes: 
Oh,  meet  my  rising  soul,  thou  God  of  love, 
And  waft  it  to  the  blissful  realms  above  I 


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This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  ; 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 

And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose,  and  left  the  dead, 
And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 

To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  the  anointed  King, 
To  David's  only  Son  ; 

Help  us,  O  Lord  ;  descend,  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord  who  comes  to  men 
With  messages  of  grace  ; 

"Who  comes,  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
.  To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 
The  church  on  earth  can  raise  ; 

The  highest  heavens,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 


Psalm  122. 


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How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

My  friends  devoutly  say, — 
"In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 

And  keep  the  solemn  day." 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road ; 
The  Church,  adorned  with  grace, 

Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  show  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 
The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 

The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 
And  joy  a  constant  guest ; 

With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace, 
Be  her  attendants  blest. 

5  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 
While  life  or  breath  remains ; 

There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God,  my  Saviour  reigns. 


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Early,  my  God,  without  delay, 

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Can  my  best  passions  move, 

Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

4  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 
I'll  bless  my  God  and  King; 

Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

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Lord  1  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne, 

And  our  confessions  pour, 
Oh,  may  we  feel  the  sins  we  own, 

And  hate  what  we  deplore. 
2   Our  contrite  spirits  pitying  see; 

True  penitence  impart: 
And  let  a  healing  ray  from  thee 

Beam  hope  0:1  every  heart. 


3  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 
May  we  our  wills  resign ; 

Nor  let  a  thought  our  bosom  share, 
Which  is  not  wholly  thine. 

4  Let  faith  each  meek  petition  fill, 
And  waft  it  to  the  skies; 

And  teach  our  heart  'tis  goodness  still 
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Within  thy  church  below; 

Make  her  in  holiness  excel, 
With  pure  devotion  glow. 

4  Let  peace  within  her  walls  be  found : 
Let  all  her  sons  unite 

To  spread  with  grateful  zeal  around 
Her  clear  and  shining  light. 

5  Great  God,  we  hail  the  sacred  day 
Which  thou  hast  called  thine  own; 

With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  thy  throne. 

wO  "  The  Rising  Day.'"  1.  watts. 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 

To  him  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 
The  day  renews  the  sound, 

Wide  as  the  heaven  on  which  he  sits 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame; 
My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise; 

My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  Great  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 
While  I  enjoy  the  light; 

Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 


Q  O  "Worthy  the  Lamb!  "     j.  Montgomery. 

Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand 

Around  the  eternal  throne, 
Of  every  kindred,  clime,  and  land, 

A  multitude  unknown. 

2  Life's  poor  distinctions  vanish  here: 
To-day  the  young,  the  old, 

Oar  Saviour  and  his  flock  appear 
One  Shepherd  and  one  fold. 

3  Toil,  trial,  sufferings  still  await 
On  earth  the  pilgrim  throng ; 

Yet  learn  we  in  our  low  estate 
The  Church  Triumphant's  song. 

4  "Worthy  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain," — 
Cry  the  redeemed  above, 

"  Blessing  and  honor  to  obtain, 
And  everlasting  love  ! " 

5  "Worthy  the  Lamb,"  on  earth  we  sing, 
"Who  died  our  souls  to  save  ! 

Henceforth,  0  Death  !  where  is  thy  sting? 
Thy  victory,  0  Grave  ! " 

*5a  Psalm  122.  H.  F.  LYTE. 

With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day 
Which  God  hath  called  his  own; 

With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  his  throne. 

2  Thy  chosen  temple,  Lord,  how  fair ! 

Where  willing  votaries  throng 
To  breathe  the  humble,  fervent  prayer, 

And  pour  the  choral  song. 


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JTis  heaven  to  see  his  smiling  face, 

Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

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"With  kind  and  quickening  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heavenly  Dove 
Descends  and  fills  the  place; 

"While  Christ  reveals  his  wondrous  love, 
And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 
The  secrets  of  thy  will ; 

And  still  we  seek  thy  mercy  there, 
And  sing  thy  praises  still. 

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While  here  on  earth  I  rove; 

Speak  to  my  heart,  and  let  me  feel 
The  kindling  of  thy  love. 

2  With  thee  conversing,  I  forget 
All  time  and  toil  and  care; 

Labor  is  rest,  and  pain  is  sweet, 
If  thou,  my  God,  art  here. 

3  Thou  callest  me  to  seek  thv  face; 
Thy  face,  0  God,  I  seek,— 

Attend  the  whispers  of  thy  grace, 
And  hear  thee  inly  speak. 

4  Let  this  my  every  hour  employ, 
Till  I  thy  glory  see, 

Enter  into  my  Master's  joy, 
And  find  my  heaven  in  thee. 

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Where  my  Redeemer,  God, 

Unvails  the  beauty  of  his  face, 
And  sheds  his  love  abroad  ! 

2  Not  the  fair  palaces, 

To  which  the  great  resort, 
Are  once  to  be  compared  with  this, 
Where  Jesus  holds  his  court. 

3  Here  on  the  mercy-seat, 
With  radiant  glory  crowned, 

Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

4  Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 
Within  thy  blest  abode, 

Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  G  od. 

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My  God  !  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine; 

And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty  fainting  soul 
Thy  mercy  doth  implore; 

Not  travelers,  in  desert  lands, 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  For  life,  without  thy  love, 
No  relish  can  afford; 

No  joy  can  be  compared  to  this, — 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 


4  In  wakeful  hours  at  night, 
I  call  my  God  to  mind; 

I  think  how  wise  thy  counsels  are, 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

5  Since  thou  hast  been  my  help, 
To  thee  my  spirit  flies; 

And,  on  thy  watchful  providence, 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

6  The  shadow  of  thy  wings 
My  soul  in  safety  keeps; 

1  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 

And  he  supports  my  steps. 

<*if  Psalm  84.  t.  WA- 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise  I 

Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  1 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 
And  feasts  his  saints  to-day; 

Here  may  we  sit  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day,  amid  the  place 
Where  my  dear  Lord  hath  been, 

Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Within  the  tents  of  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, 

And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


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Come,  we  who  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known; 
Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 

And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 
Who  never  knew  our  God; 

But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below; 

Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  every  tear  be  dry; 

We  're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground 
To  fairer  wo]  Ids  on  high. 


W.   HAMMOND. 


Awake,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb ; 
Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love; 
Sing  of  his  rising  power; 

Sing,  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Ye  pilgrims !  on  the  road 
To  Zion's  city,  sing  I 

Rejoice  ye  in  the  Lamb  of  God, — 
In  Christ,  the  eternal  King. 

4  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, — 
"Ye  blessed  children  !  come;" 

Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 
And  take  his  wanderers  home. 

5  There  shall  each  raptured  tongue 
His  endless  praise  proclaim; 

And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 


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PAOKINGTON.    S.  M. 


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With  joy  W3  lift  our  eyes 

To  those  bright  realms  above, 

That  glorious  temple  in  the  skies, 
Where  dwells  eternal  Love. 

2  Before  thy  throne  we  bow, 
0  thou  almighty  King; 

Here  we  present  the  solemn  vow, 
And  hymns  of  praise  we  sing. 

3  While  in  thy  house  we  kneel, 
With  trust  and  holy  fear, 

Thy  mercy  and  thy  truth  reveal, 
And  lend  a  gracious  ear. 

4  Lord,  teach  our  hearts  to  pray, 
And  tune  our  lips  to  sing; 

INor  from  thy  presence  cast  away 
The  sacrifice  we  bring. 


&*:  Christian  outlook.         P.  DODDRIDGE. 

Now  let  our  voices  join 

To  raise  a  sacred  song; 
Ye  pilgrims  !  in  Jehovah's  ways, 

With  music  pass  along. 

2  See — flowers  of  paradise, 
In  rich  profusion,  spring; 

The  sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path, 
And  dear  companions  sing. 

3  See — Salem's  golden  spires, 
In  beauteous  prospect,  rise; 

And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear, 
Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 

4  All  honor  to  his  name, 

Who  marks  the  shining  way, — 
To  him  who  leads  the  pilgrims  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 


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1  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  thine  abode, 

The  Church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  Church,  0  God  ! 
Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 

Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thine  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend; 


To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 

The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 


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Lord  !  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 

To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye; — 

2  Up  to  the  hills,  where  Christ  has  gone 
To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 


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Our  songs  and  our  complaints, 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 
The  wicked  shall  not  stand; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 
To  taste  thy  mercies  there; 

I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  Oh,  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet, 
In  ways  of  righteousness ; 

Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

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Come,  thou  Desire  of  all  thy  saints  ! 

Our  humble  strains  attend, 
"While  with  our  praises  and  complaints, 

Low  at  thy  feet  we  bend. 
2  How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above, 

With  warm  devotion  rise  ! 


How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies  ! 

3  Come,  Lord  !  thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heavenly  flame; 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise, 

Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 

Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  glory  shine, 
And  fill  thy  dwellings  here, 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine 
A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 

5  Then  shall  our  hearts  enraptured  say, 
Come,  great  Redeemer  !  come, 

And  bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day, 
That  calls  thy  children  home. 


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HOLLAND.    L,M. 


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O  Lord  of  hosts  !  thy  dwellings  are ! 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 
To  meet  the  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God; 
My  God  1  my  King  !  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys,  and  thee  ? 

3  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  of  majesty; 

Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise. 

5  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

**  V  Psalm  84.  1.  watts. 

Great  God  1  attend,  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs ; 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  0  God  of  grace  ! 
Nor  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 


3  God  is  our  sun,  he  makes  our  day; 
God  is  our  shield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  the  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 
From  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory,  too; 
He  gives  us  all  tiling ,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

5  0  God,  our  King,  whose  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heaven  obey, 
Display  thy  grace,  exert  thy  power, 

Till  all  on  earth  thy  name  adore  I 

^t"  Morning  Hymn.     j.  chandler,      tr. 

0  Christ  !  with  each  returning  morn 
Thine  image  to  our  hearts  be  borne; 
And  may  we  ever  clearly  see 
Our  God  and  Saviour,  Lord,  in  thee  I 

2  All  hallowed  be  our  walk  this  day; 
May  meekness  form  our  early  ray, 
And  faithful  love  our  noontide  light, 
And  hope  our  sunset,  calm  and  bright. 

3  May  grace  each  idle  thought  control, 
And  sanctify  our  wayward  soul; 

May  guile  depart,  and  malice  cease, 
And  all  within  be  joy  and  peace. 

4  Our  daily  course,  O  Jesus,  bless; 
Make  plain  the  way  of  holiness: 
From  sudden  falls  our  feet  defend, 
And  cheer  at  last  our  journey's  end. 


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MELCOMBE.    L  M. 


SAMUEL  WEBBE. 


1.  Bless,  0  my  soul!  the 


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Bless,  O  my  soul !  the  living  God, 
Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad; 
Let  all  the  powers,  within  me,  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  0  my  soul !  the  God  of  grace; 
His  favors  claim  thy  highest  praise: 
Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  soul !  who  sent  his  Son 
To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done : 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  Let  the  whole  earth  his  power  confess, 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace; 


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The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  shall  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

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Praise  ye  the  Lord;  exalt  his  name, 
While  in  his  earthly  courts  ye  wait, 

Ye  saints,  that  to  his  house  belong, 
Or  stand  attending  at  his  gate. 

2  Praise  ye  the  Lord,  the  Lord  is  good; 
To  praise  his  name  is  sweet  employ: 

Israel  he  chose  of  old,  and  still 
His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy 

3  Bless  ye  the  Lord  who  taste  his  love, 
People  and  priests  exalt  his  name; 

Among  his  saints  he  ever  dwells; 
His  church  is  his  Jerusalem. 


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Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing ; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 
No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast; 
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Oh,  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  ! 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works  and  bless  his  word; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine ! 
How  deep  thy  counsels  !  how  divine  I 

4  Lord,  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

5  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ, 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


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Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above; 
To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

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Nor  sin  nor  death  shall  reach  the  place; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
That  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose, 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4  0  long-expected  day,  begin ! 
Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin; 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 


Invocation.  I.  watts. 

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By  faith  and  love,  in  every  breast ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel 

The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed. 


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*"  Morning.  j.  hutton. 

My  opening  eyes  with  rapture  see 
The  dawn  of  thy  returning  day; 

My  thoughts,  0  God,  ascend  to  thee, 
While  thus  my  early  vows  I  pay. 

2  Oh,  bid  this  trifling  world  retire, 
And  drive  each  carnal  thought  away; 

Nor  let  me  feel  one  vain  desire — 

One  sinful  thought  through  all  the  day. 

3  Then,  to  thy  courts  when  I  repair, 
My  soul  shall  rise  on  joyful  wing, 

The  wonders  of  thy  love  declare, 

And  join  the  strains  which  angels  sing. 

^  •  "Return,  my  soul/"         J.  STENNETT. 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun; 
Return,  my  soul !  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  blessed. 

2  Oh,  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies; 
And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose, 
Which  none,  but  he  that  feels  it,  knows. 


2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength,  3  This  heavenly  calm,  within  the  breast, 
Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess,  Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 

And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length  Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains — 
Of  thine  eternal  love  and  grace.  The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

3  Now  to  the  God  whose  power  can  do       4  In  holy  duties,  let  the  day, 
More  than  our  thoughts  and  wishes  know,  In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away ; 

Be  everlasting  honors  done,  How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 

By  all  the  Church,  through  Christ  his  Son.  In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end. 


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4o  Morning. 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Awake,  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
Iligh  praises  to  the  eternal  King, 

3  Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  when  I  slept ; 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

4  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew: 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew; 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

5  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say ; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 


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^  **  Psalm  65.  H.  F.  LYTE. 

Praise,  Lord,  for  thee  in  Zion  waits; 
Prayer  shall  besiege  thy  temple  gates; 
All  flesh  shall  to  thy  throne  repair, 
And  find,  through  Christ,  salvation  there. 

2  How  blest  thy  saints  !  how  safely  led ! 
How  surely  kept !  how  richly  fed  ! 
Saviour  of  all  in  earth  and  sea, 

How  happy  they  who  rest  in  thee  ! 

3  Thy  hand  sets  fast  the  mighty  hills, 
Thy  voice  the  troubled  ocean  stills ! 
Evening  and  morning  hymn  thy  praise, 
And  earth  thy  bounty  wide  displays. 

4  The  year  is  with  thy  goodness  crowned; 
Thy  clouds  drop  wealth  the  world  around; 
Through  thee  the  deserts  laugh  and  sing, 
And  nature  smiles  and  owns  her  king. 

5  Lord,  on  our  souls  thy  Spirit  pour; 
The  moral  waste  within  restore; 

Oh,  let  thy  love  our  spring-tide  be, 
And  make  us  all  bear  fruit  to  thee. 


LOWELL  MASON    aYY. 


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Otl  7s.  Redeeming  Love.  g.  burder. 

Sweet  the  time,  exceeding  sweet, 
When  the  saints  together  meet ; 
When  the  Saviour  is  the  theme, 
When  they  join  to  sing  of  him. 

2  Sing  we  then  eternal  love, 
Such  as  did  the  Father  move  : 
He  beheld  the  world  undone, 
Loved  the  world,  and  gave  his  Son. 

3  Sing  the  Son's  amazing  love  : 
How  he  left  the  realms  above, 
Took  our  nature  and  our  place, 
Lived  and  died  to  save  our  race. 

4  Sing  we,  too,  the  Spirit's  love  : 
With  our  wretched  hearts  he  strove, 
Took  the  things  of  Christ,  and  showed 
How  to  reach  his  blest  abode. 

5  Sweet  the  place,  exceeding  sweet, 
Where  the  saints  in  glory  meet  j 
Where  the  Saviour 's  still  the  theme, 
Where  they  see,  and  sing  of  him. 


A.  STEELE. 


01  c.  M.  The  Mercy-Seat. 

Dear  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat 

My  soul  for  shelter  flies  : 
'T  is  here  I  find  a  safe  retreat 

When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 

2  My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die, 
If  thou,  my  God,  art  near  j 

Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high, 
And  banish  every  fear. 

3  My  great  Protector,  and  my  Lord  ! 
Thy  constant  aid  impart ; 

Oh  !  let  thy  kind,  thy  gracious  word 
Sustain  my  trembling  heart. 

4  Oh  !  never  let  my  soul  remove 
From  this  divine  retreat ; 

Still  let  me  trust  thy  power  and  love, 
And  dwell  beneath  thy  feet. 


W.  COWPER. 


^^  cm.  Retirement. 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee, 
From  strife  and  tumult  far  • 

From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 
,    With  prayer  and  praise  agree  j 


And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 
And  grace  her  mean  abode, 

Oh  !  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  then  communes  with  God. 

4  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life ! 
Sweet  Source  of  light  divine, 

And — all  harmonious  names  in  one — 
My  Saviour  ! — thou  art  mine ! 

5  What  thanks  I  owe  thee,  and  what 

love — 
A  boundless,  endless  store — 
Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


L.  BARBAULD. 


Od  c.  M.  Public  Worship. 

When,  as  returns  this  solemn  day, 
Man  comes  to  meet  his  God, 

What  rites,  what  honors  shall  he  pay  ? 
How  spread  his  praise  abroad  ? 

2  From  marble  domes  and  gilded  spires 
Shall  clouds  of  incense  rise  ? 

And  gems,  and  gold,  and  garlands  deck 
The  costly  sacrifice  % 

3  Vain,  sinful  man  !  creation's  Lord 
Thy  offerings  well  may  spare  j 

But  give  thy  heart,  and  thou  shalt  find 
Thy  God  will  hear  thy  prayer. 


H.  AUBER. 


Wa  s.  M.  Psalm  92. 

Sweet  is  the  work,  0  Lord, 

Thy  glorious  name  to  sing  ; 
To  praise  and  pray — to  hear  thy  word, 

And  grateful  offerings  bring. 

2  Sweet — at  the  dawning  light, 
Thy  boundless  love  to  tell ; 

And,  when  approach  the  shades  of  night, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 

3  Sweet, — on  this  day  of  rest, 
To  join  in  heart  and  voice, 

With  those  who  love  and  serve  thee  best, 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy 
Be  every  Sabbath  given, 

That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 


THE    LORD'S     DAY, 


T.  RAFFLES. 


OO  L.  m.  Hour  of  Prayer. 

Blest  hour  \  when  mortal  man  retires 
To  hold  communion  with  his  God, 

To  send  to  heaven  his  warm  desires, 
And  listen  to  the  sacred  word. 

2  Blest  hour  !  when  earthly  cares  resign 
Their  empire  o'er  his  anxious  breast, 

While  all  around, the  calm  divine 
Proclaims  the  holy  day  of  rest. 

3  Blest  hour !  when  God  himself  draws 

nigh, 
TVrell  pleased  his  people's  voice  to  hear, 
To  hush  the  penitential  sigh, 
And  wipe  away  the  mourner's  tear. 

4  Blest  hour  !  for  where  the  Lord  resorts, 
Foretastes  of  future  bliss  are  given  ; 

And  mortals  find  his  earthly  courts 
The  house  of  God,  the  gate  of  Heaven ! 

OU  L.  M.  M  Gate  of  Heaven."  T.  kelly. 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 
And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord  ! 

Dear  Saviour  !  on  thy  people  smile, 
And  come,  according  to  thy  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 
That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee  : 

Ah,  Lord  !  behold  us  at  thy  feet ; 
Let  this  the  "  gate  of  heaven  "  be. 

3  "  Chief  of  ten  thousand  ! "  now  appear, 
That  we  by  faith  may  see  thy  face : 

Oh,  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear, 
And  let  thy  presence  fill  this  place. 

"  ■    8s,  7s,  4s.       w  We  draw  near."  T.  kelly. 

In  thy  name,  O  Lord,  assembling, 
We,  thy  people,  now  draw  near  j 

Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling; 
Speak,  and  let  thy  servants  hear; 

Hear  with  meekness — 
near  thy  word  with  godly  fear. 

2  "While  our  days  on  earth  are  lengthened, 
May  we  give  them,  Lord,  to  thee ; 

Cheered  by  hope,  and  daily  strengthened, 
May  we  run,  nor  weary  be, 

Till  thy  glory 
"Without  cloud  in  heaven  we  see. 

3  There,  in  worship  purer,  sweeter, 
All  thy  people  shall  adore  ; 

Tasting  of  enjoyment  greater 

Than  they  could  conceive  before  ; 

Full  enjoyment, 
Full  and  pure  for  evermore. 


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*JKJ  L.  m.  Invocation.  I.  watts. 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be- 
gone! 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone : 
Fain  would  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  see  : 

1  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus  !  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3  Blest  Saviour  !  what  delicious  fare, 
How  sweet  thine  entertainments  are  I 
Never  did  angels  taste,  above, 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

4  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all-divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine  : 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  One 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known  ! 

***y  l.  m.  M  Two  or  Three."  s.  stennett. 

"Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord, 
Obedient  to  their  sovereign  Lord, 
Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise  ; — 

2  There  will  the  gracious  Saviour  be, 
To  bless  the  little  company; 
There,  to  unvail  his  smiling  face, 
And  bid  his  glories  fill  the  place. 

3  "We  meet  at  thy  command,  O  Lord  ! 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word  f 

Now  send  the  Spirit  from  above, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love. 


E.   TAYLOR. 


P"  s.  m.  Invitation. 

Come  to  the  house  of  prayer, 

0  thou  afflicted,  come  ; 
The  God  of  peace  shall  meet  thee  there — 

He  makes  that  house  his  home. 

2  Come  to  the  house  of  praise, 
Ye  who  are  happy  now ; 

In  sweet  accord  your  voices  raise, 
In  kindred  homage  bow. 

3  Ye  aged,  hither  come, 
For  ye  have  felt  his  love  ; 

Soon  shall  your  trembling   tongues  be 
dumb, 
Your  lips  forget  to  move. 

4  Ye  young,  before  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  j  your  voices  raise ; 

Let  not  your  hearts  his  praise  disown 
"Who  gives  the  power  to  praise. 


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He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

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Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
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And,  without  a  rival,  reign. 

4  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer; 

As  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

5  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 

Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 

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Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

2  Once  a  sinner,  near  despair, 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer; 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free — 
Lord  !  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

3  Many  days  have  passed  since  then, 
Many  changes  I  have  seen; 


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Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last? 

5  No — I  must  maintain  my  hold; 
'Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold; 
I  can  no  denial  take, 

Since  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 


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Leading  onward,  beaming  bright ; 
So,  most  gracious  Lord,  may  we 
Evermore  be  led  to  thee. 
2  As  with  joyful  steps  they  sped, 
Saviour,  to  thy  manger  bed, 
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At  thy  cradle  rude  and  bare, 

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Pure  and  free  from  sin's  alloy, 
All  our  costliest  treasures  bring, 
Christ,  to  thee  our  heavenly  King. 

4  Holy  Jesus,  every  day 
Keep  us  in  the  narrow  way; 

And,  when  earthly  things  are  past, 
Bring  our  ransomed  souls  at  last 
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God  is  present  everywhere. 

4  Then,  my  soul,  in  every  strait, 
To  thy  Father  come,  and  wait; 
He  will  answer  every  prayer: 
God  is  present  everywhere. 


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1  love  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 
The  penitential  tear, 

And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 
And  future  good  implore, 


And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 
Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven; 

The  prospect  doth  my  streugth  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 
May  its  departing  ray 

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Begone,  disturbing  care  1 
And  look,  my  soul,  from  earth  away, 

To  him  who  heareth  prayer. 

2  How  sweet  the  tear  of  penitence, 
Before  his  throne  of  grace, 

While,  to  the  contrite  spirit's  sense, 
He  shows  his  smiling  face. 

3  How  sweet,  thro'  long  remembered  years, 
His  mercies  to  recall; 


And,  pressed  with  wants,  and  griefs,  and 
To  trust  his  love  for  all.  [fears, 

4  How  sweet  to  look,  in  thoughtful  hope, 
Beyond  this  fading  sky, 

And  hear  him  call  his  children  up 
To  his  fair  home  on  high. 

5  Calmly  the  day  forsakes  our  heaven 
To  dawn  beyond  the  west; 

So  let  my  soul,  in  life's  last  even, 
Retire  to  glorious  rest. 


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Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Uttered  or  unexpressed; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 

That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 
The  falling  of  a  tear, 

The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 
That  infant  lips  can  try; 

Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 
The  Christian's  native  air: 

His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death — 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 
Returning  from  his  ways; 

While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry — "Behold  he  prays!" 


6  0  thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God — 
The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way; 

The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod; 
Lord  !  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

"^  (i  The  sacred  fire."  b.  beddome. 

Prayer  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man, 

Returning  whence  it  came; 
Love  is  the  sacred  fire  within, 

And  prayer  the  rising  flame. 

2  It  gives  the  burdened  spirit  ease, 
And  soothes  the  troubled  breast; 

Yiek!3  comfort  to  the  mourning  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  When  God  inclines  the  heart  to  pray, 
He  hath  an  ear  to  hear; 

-To  him  there's  music  in  a  sigh, 
And  beauty  in  a  tear. 

4  The  humble  suppliant  cannot  fail 
To  have  his  wants  supplied, 

Since  He  for  sinners  intercedes, 
Who  once  for  sinners  died. 


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From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, — 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend; 

STOWELL.    L.M. 


Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sense  and  sin  molest  no  more, 

And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

5  Oh,  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still, 
This  throbbing  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercy-seat. 


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Jesus,  who  knows  full  well 

The  heart  of  every  saint, 
Invites  us  all   our  grief  to  tell, 

To  pray  and  never  faint. 
2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear, — 

"We  never  plead  in  vain  ; 
Then  let  us  wait  till  he  appear, 

And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

SHIRLAND.    S.  M, 


3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  will  hear 
His  chosen  when  they  cry; 

Yes,  though  he  may  a  while  forbear, 
He'll  help  them  from  on  high. 

4  Then  let  us  earnest  cry, 
And  never  faint  in  prayer; 

He  sees,  he  hears,  and,  from  on  high, 
Will  make  our  cause  bis  care. 


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Our  heavenly  Father  calls. 

And  Christ  invites  us  near; 
With  both,  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 

And  our  communion  dear. 

2  God  pities  all  our  griefs: 
He  pardons  every  day; 

Almighty  to  protect  our  souls, 
And  wise  to  guide  our  way. 

3  How  large  his  bounties  are  ! 
"What  various  stores  of  good, 

Diffused  from  our  Redeemer's  hand, 
And  purchased  with  his  blood ! 

4  Jesus,  our  living  Head, 
We  bless  thy  faithful  care; 

Our  Advocate  before  the  throne, 
And  our  Forerunner  there. 

5  Here  fix,  my  roving  heart ! 
Here  wait,  my  warmest  love  ! 

Till  the  communion  be  complete, 
In  nobler  scenes  above. 


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M  The  throne  oj grace." 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace  ! 

The  promise  calls  me  near; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 

And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

2  That  rich  atoning  blood, 
Which  sprinkled  round  I  see, 

Provides  for  those  who  come  to  God 
An  all-prevailing  plea. 

3  My  soul !  ask  what  thou  wilt; 
Thou  canst  not  be  too  bold: 

Since  his  own  blood  for  thee  he  spilt, 
What  else  can  he  withhold  ? 

4  Thine  image,  Lord,  bestow, 
Thy  presence  and  thy  love; 

I  ask  to  serve  thee  here  below, 
And  reign  with  thee  above. 

5  Teach  me  to  live  by  faith; 
Conform  my  will  to  thine: 

Let  me  victorious  be  in  death, 
And  then  in  glory  shine. 


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SWEET  HOUB.    L.  M,  D. 


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Sweet  hour  of  prayer!  sweet  hour  of  prayer! 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 
And  bids  me,  at  my  Father's  throne, 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known: 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare, 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 

LINW00D,    L.  M, 


2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer!  sweet  hour  of  prayer! 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear 
To  him,  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Engage  the  waiting  sod  to  bless: 
And,  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face, 
Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 
I  '11  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 
And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 


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Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  thy  mercy-seat; 
Where'er  they  seek  thee  thou  art  found, 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 
2  For  thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind; 
Such  ever  bring  thee  where  they  come, 
And  going,  take  thee  to  their  home. 


3  Great  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew; 
Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 

4  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer, 
To  strengthen  faith  and  sweeten  care, 
To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise, 

And  bring  all  heaven  before  our  eyes. 


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Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands, 
The  house  of  God  not  made  with  hands, 
A  great  High  Priest  our  nature  wears, — . 
The  Guardian  of  mankind  appears. 

2  Though  now  ascended  up  on  high, 
He  bends  on  earth  a  brother's  eye; 
Partaker  of  the  human  name, 

He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame. 

3  Our  Fellow-sufferer  yet  retains 
A  fellow-feeling  of  our  pains; 
And  still  remembers,  in  the  skies, 
His  tears,  his  agonies,  and  cries. 

4  In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart, 
The  Man  of  Sorrows  had  a  part; 

He  sympathizes  with  our  grief, 
And  to  the  sufferer  sends  relief. 

5  With  boldness,  therefore,  at  the  throne, 
Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known; 
And  ask  the  aid  of  heavenly  power, 

To  help  us  in  the  evil  hour. 

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•  "  "What  thou  will.'"  j.  newton. 

And  dost  thou  say,  "Ask  what  thou  wilt?" 
Lord,  I  would  seize  the  golden  hour: 

1  pray  to  be  released  from  guilt, 

And  freed  from  sin  and  Satan's  power. 

2  More  of  thy  presence,  Lord,  impart ; 
More  of  thine  image  let  me  bear : 

Erect  thy  throne  within  my  heart, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 


3  Give  me  to  read  my  pardon  sealed, 
And  from  thy  joy  to  draw  my  strength: 

Oh,  be  thy  boundless  love  revealed 

In  all  its  height  and  breadth  and  length. 

4  Grant  these  requests — I  ask  no  more, 
But  to  thy  care  the  rest  resign : 

Sick,  or  in  health,  or  rich,  or  poor, 
All  shall  be  well,  if  thou  art  mine. 

•   •  Prayers  hindered.  w.  cowper. 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet 

In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat ! 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer 

But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  with- 

draw; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words  ?  ah  !  think  again ; 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  a  fellow-creature's  ear 

With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Our  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 

"  Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me  1 " 


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Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations  !  bow  with  sacred  joy : 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone : 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men  ; 

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He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

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Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 

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Almighty  Maker  !  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  ; 

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Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
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Approach  with  joy  his  courts  unto : 

Praise,  laud,  and  bless  his  name  always, 
For  it  is  seemly  so  to  do. 


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His  mercy  is  for  ever  sure  ; 
His  truth  at  all  times  firmly  stood, 


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i  *J  Psalm  100. 

All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell, 
Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice: 

Him  serve  with  mirth,  his  praise  forth  tell, 
Come  ye  before  him  and  rejoice. 

2  Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  indeed-; 

Without  our  aid  he  did  us  make  : 
We  are  his  flock,  he  cloth  us  feed, 

And  for  his  sheep  he  doth  us  take. 


And  shall  from  age  to  age  endure. 


^"  Doxology.  T.  KEN. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

^  A  Doxology.  1.  watts. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

OrW  Psalm  117.  1.  watts. 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  : 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  : 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 


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Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song ! 
Awake,  my  soul !  awake,  my  tongue  ! 
Hosanna  to  the  eternal  name, 
And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, — 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace  ! 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Hath  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3  Grace  ! — 'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme: 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name: 

Ye  angels !  dwell  upon  the  sound: 
Ye  heavens  !  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 

4  Oh,  may  I  reach  that  happy  place, 
Where  he  unvails  his  lovely  face, 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold. 

O^t  Psalm  36.  I.  watts. 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God ! 

Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 

That  vails  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep: 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  My  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace  ! 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs; 

The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress, 
Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 


4  From  the  provisions  of  thy  house 
We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast; 

There,  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

5  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord: 

And  in  thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 

^^  "Te  Deutn."        t.  cotterill,  alt. 

Lord  God  of  Hosts,  by  all  adored  I 
Thy  name  we  praise  with  one  accord; 
The  earth  and  heavens  are  full  of  thee, 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  majesty. 

2  Loud  hallelujahs  to  thy  name 
Angels  and  seraphim  proclaim; 
Eternal  praise  to  thee  is  given 

By  all  the  powers  and  thrones  in  heaven. 

3  The  apostles  join  the  glorious  throng, 
The  prophets  aid  to  swell  the  song, 
The  noble  and  triumphant  host 

Of  martyrs  make  of  thee  their  boast. 

4  The  holy  church  in  every  place 
Throughout  the  world  exalts  thy  praise ; 
Both  heaven  and  earth  do  worship  thee, 
Thou  Father  of  eternity ! 

5  From  day  to  day,  O  Lord,  do  we 
Highly  exalt  and  honor  thee; 

Thy  name  we  worship  and  adore, 
World  without  end  for  evermore. 


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THE  SACRIFICE  OF  PRAISE. 


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Praise  ye  the  Lord  :  my  heart  shall  join 
In  work  so  pleasant,  so  divine  ; 
Now  while  the  flesh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  soul  ascends  to  God. 

2  Praise  shall  employ  my  noblest  powers, 
While  immortality  endures ; 

My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

3  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  :  he  made  the  sky, 

A  nd  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  ; 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

4  His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure  ; 

He  saves  the  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

5  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  ; 
Praise  him  in  everlastiug  strains. 

O  •  Psalm  147.  1.  watts. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  ! — 't  is  good  to  raise 
Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praise ; 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerusalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name; 
His  mercy  melts  the  stubborn  soul, 
And  makes  the  broken  spirit  whole. 


3  He  formed  the  stars-those  heavenly  flames, 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names: 
His  wisdom's  vast,  and  knows  no  bound, — 
A  deep,  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned. 

4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might, 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  : 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  just, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dust. 

5  But  saints  are  lovely  in  his  sight ; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight ; 
He  sees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  looks,  and  loves  his  image  there. 


Psalm  29. 


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Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame, 
Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power ; 

Ascribe  due  honors  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  power  aloud, 
O'er  all  the  ocean  and  the  land; 

His  voice  divides  the  watery  cloud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  The  Lord  sits  Sovereign  on  the  flood; 
The  Thunderer  reigns  for  ever  King; 

But  makes  his  church  his  blest  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  sing. 

4  In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord 
The  counsels  of  his  grace  imparts: 

Amid  the  raging  storm,  his  word 

Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 


THE   SACRIFICE   OF   PRAISE. 


35 


Ot7     l.m.  Psalm  145.  i.wa- 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days: 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 


3  Thy  works  with  sovereign  glory  shine, 
And  speak  thy  majesty  divine: 

Let  Zion  in  her  courts  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honor  of  thy  name. 

4  But  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds: 
Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways; 

Vast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise. 


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I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath, 
And,  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers: 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2   Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  ; — he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train: 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure ; 
He  saves  the  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor  ; 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 


3  lie  loves  his  saints — he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell: 

Thy  God,  0  Zion  !  ever  reigns; 
Let  every  tongue,  let  every  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage: 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

4  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And,  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers: 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

Or  immortality  endures. 


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The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

And  my  salvation  too; 
God  is  my  strength, — nor  will  I  fear 

"What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires, — 
Oh,  grant  me  an  abode 

Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, — 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 
And  see  thy  beauty  still; 


Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise  and  storms  appear, 
There  may  his  children  hide; 

God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 
Above  my  foes  around; 

And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  sound. 


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There  shall  our  vows  be  paid; 
Thou  hast  an  ear  when  sinners  pray; 

All  flesh  shall  seek  thine  aid. 

2  0  Lord  !  our  guilt  and  fears  prevail, 
But  pardoning  grace  is  thine; 

And  thou  wilt  grant  us  power  and  skill, 
To  conquer  every  sin. 

3  Blest  are  the  men,  whom  thou  wilt  choose 
To  bring  them  near  thy  face; 


Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thy  house, 
To  feast  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  answering  what  thy  church  requests, 
Thy  truth  and  terror  shine; 

And  works  of  dreadful  righteousness 
Fulfill  thy  kind  design. 

5  Thus  shall  the  wondering  nations  see 
The  Lord  is  good  and  just; 

The  distant  isles  shall  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  trust. 


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Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown; 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound; 

The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord: 

We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own, 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod; 

Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  our  gracious  God. 


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With  holy  fervor  sing; 
Let  hearts  and  instruments  unite 

To  praise  our  heavenly  King. 

2  The  Sabbath  to  our  sires 
In  mercy  first  was  given; 

The  Church  her  Sabbaths  still  requires 
To  speed  her  on  to  heaven. 

3  We  still,  like  them  of  old, 
Are  in  the  wilderness; 

And  God  is  still  as  near  his  fold, 
To  pity  and  to  bless. 

4  Then  let  us  open  wide 
Our  hearts  for  him  to  fill; 

And  he,  that  Israel  then  supplied, 
Will  help  his  Israel  still. 


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"Who  reigns  enthroned  above, 

Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 
And  God  of  love  ! 

Jehovah !  great  IAM! 

By  earth  and  heaven  confessed; 

1  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  name, 

For  ever  blest ! 

2  The  God  of  Abraham  praise  ! 
At  whose  supreme  command 

From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys 
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I  all  on  earth  forsake, 

Its  wisdom,  fame,  and  power, 
And  him  my  only  portion  make, 

My  shield  and  tower. 

3  The  God  of  Abraham  praise ! 

Whose  all-sufficient  grace 
Shall  guide  me  all  my  happy  days 

In  all  my  ways: 
He  calls  a  worm  his  friend ! 

He  calls  himself  my  God  ! 
And  he  shall  save  me  to  the  end 

Through  Jesus'  blood ! 


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R.    HEBER. 


vv     P.M.  The  triune  God. 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  Almighty  ! 
Early  hi  the  morning  our  song  shall  rise 
to  thee; 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  merciful  and  mighty, 

God  in  three  persons,  blessed  Trinity  ! 
2  Holy,  holy,  holy  !    all  the  saints  adore 
thee, 

Cas-ting    down    their    golden    crowns    4  Holy,  holy,  holy  !  Lord  God  Almighty ! 
around  the  glassy  sea;  All  thy  works  shall  praise  thy  name,  in 

Cherubim  and  seraphim  falling  down  be-  earth  and  sky  and  sea; 

fore  thee,  Holy,  holy,  holy,  merciful  and  mighty; 

Which  wert  and  art  and  evermore  shalt  be.        God  in  three  persons,  blessed  Trinity  I 


3  Holy,  holy,  holy  !  though  the  darkness 
hide  thee, 
Though  the  eye  of  sinful  man  thy  glory 
may  not  see; 
Only  thou  art  holy ;  there  is  none  beside 
thee, 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love  and  purity. 


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1.  Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim,  And  publish  abroad  his  won -derful  name;  The  namealkic-torious  of  Jcsusex-tol; 
d.  s.  His  kingdom  is  glorious,  he  rales  orer  all. 


V  *  "  Salvation  to  God."  c.  wesley. 

Ye  servants  of  God,   your  Master  pro- 
.  claim, 

And  publish  abroad  his  wonderful  name; 
The  name  all-victorious  of  Jesus  extol; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious,  he  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  save; 
And  still  he  is  nigh — his  presence  we  have ; 
The  great  congregation  his  triumph  shall 

sing, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus  our  King. 

3  Salvation  to  God,  who  sits  on  the  throne, 
Let  all  cry  aloud  and  honor  the  Son; 
The  praises  of  Jesus  the  angels  proclaim, 
Fall  down  on  their  faces  and  worship  the 

Lamb. 

4  Then  let  us  adore  and  give  him  his  right, 
All  glory,  and  power,  and  wisdom  and 

might; 
All  honor  and  blessing,  with  angels  above, 


Our  Shield  and  Defender,  the  Ancient  of 

days, 
Pavilioned  in  splendor,  and  girded  with 

praise. 

2  Oh,  tell  of  his  might  and  sing  of  his 
grace, 

Whose  robe  is  the  light,  whose  canopy 
space ; 

His  chariots  of  wrath  the  deep  thunder- 
clouds form, 

And  dark  is  his  path  on  the  wings  of  the 
storm. 

3  Thy  bountiful  care  what  tongue  can 
recite  ? 

It  breathes  in  the  air,  it  shines  in  the  light, 
It  streams  from  the  hills,  it  descends  to  the 

plain, 
And  sweetly  distils  in  the  dew  and  the 

rain. 

4  Frail  ^children  of  dust,  and  feeble  as 
frail, 

And  thanks  never  ceasing,  and  infinite  love.    In  thee  do  we  trust,  nor  find  thee  to  fail; 
no  Thy  mercies  how  tender  !  how  firm  to  the 

VO  "  Worship  the  King."  r.  grant.  en(J  J 

Oh,  worship  the  King,  all-glorious  above,      Our    Maker,    Defender,    Redeemer   and 
And  gratefully  sing  his  wonderful  love;  Friend. 


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«7«7  if  Ever  faithful."  J.  milton. 

Let  us  with  a  joyful  mind 
P-raise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind, 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 
Let  us  sound  his  name  abroad, 
For  of  gods  he  is  the  God 
Who  by  wisdom  did  create 
Heaven's  expanse  and  all  its  state; — 

2  Did  the  solid  earth  ordain 
How  to  rise  above  the  main; 
Who,  by  his  commanding  might, 
Filled  the  new-made  world  with  light: 
Caused  the  golden-tressed  sun 

All  the  day  his  course  to  run; 
And  the  moon  to  shine  by  night, 
7Mid  her  spangled  sisters  bright. 

3  All  his  creatures  God  doth  feed, 
His  full  hand  supplies  their  need; 
Let  us,  therefore,  warble  forth 
His  high  majesty  and  worth. 

He  his  mansion  hath  on  high, 
7Bove  the  reach  of  mortal  eye; 
And  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 


A""  Psalm  107.  J.    MONTGOMERY. 

Thank  and  praise  Jehovah's  name; 

For  his  mercies  firm  and  sure, 
From  eternity  the  same, 

To  eternity  endure. 
Let  the  ransomed  thus  rejoice, 

Gathered  out  of  every  land, 
As  the  people  of  his  choice, 

Plucked  from  the  destroyer's  hand. 

2  In  the  wilderness  astray 
Hither,  thither,  while  they  roam, 

Hungry,  fainting  by  the  way, 
Far  from  refuge,  shelter,  home, — 

Then  unto  the  Lord  they  cry; 
He  inclines  a  gracious  ear, 

Sends  deliverance  from  on  high, 
Rescues  them  from  all  their  fear. 

3  To  a  pleasant  land  he  brings, 
Where  the  vine  and  olive  grow, 

Where  from  flowery  hills  the  springs 
Through  luxuriant  valleys  flow. 

Oh,  that  men  would  praise  the  Lord 
For  his  goodness  to  their  race; 

For  the  wonders  of  his  word, 
And  the  riches  of  his  grace. 


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*■"■*  "TeDeum."      j.  e.  millard, 

God  eternal,  Lord  of  all ! 
Lowly  at  thy  feet  we  fall: 
All  the  world  doth  worship  thee; 
We  amidst  the  throng  would  be. 
All  the  holy  angels  cry, 
Hail,  thrice-holy,  God  most  high! 
Lord  of  all  the  heavenly  powers, 
Be  the  same  loud  anthem  ours. 

2  Glorified  apostles  raise, 
Night  and  day,  continual  praise  ; 
Hast  thou  not  a  mission  too 
For  thy  children  here  to  do? 
With  the  prophets'  goodly  line 
We  in  mystic  bond  combine  ; 
For  thou  hast  to  babes  revealed 
Things  that  to  the  wise  were  sealed. 

3  Martyrs,  in  a  noble  host, 

Of  thy  cross  are  heard  to  boast ; 
Since  so  bright  the  crown  they  wear, 
We  with  them  thy  cross  would  bear. 
All  thy  church,  in  heaven  and  earth, 
Jesus  !  hail  thy  spotless  birth; — 
Seated  on  the  judgment-throne, 
Number  us  among  thine  own  1 


A"'-*'  uIn  Excehis."  c.  wes 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high, — 
God,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiven, — 
Man,  the  well-beloved  of  heaven. 
Sovereign  Father,  Heavenly  King  I 
Thee  we  now  presume  to  sing; 
Glad  thine  attributes  confess, 
Glorious  all,  and  numberless. 


2  Hail,  by  all  thy  works  adored  ! 
Hail,  the  everlasting  Lord  ! 

Thee  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove,- 
God  of  power,  and  God  of  love  I 
Christ  our  Lord  and  God  we  own, — 
Christ  the  Father's  only  Son; 
Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain, 
Saviour  of  offending  man. 

3  Jesus  !  in  thy  name  we  pray, 
Take,  oh,  take  our  sins  away  I 
Powerful  Advocate  with  God! 
Justify  us  by  thy  blood. 

Hear,  for  thou,  0  Christ !  alone, 
Art  with  thy  great  Father  one; 
One  the  Holy  Ghost  with  thee: — 
One  supreme  eternal  Three. 


G.  SANDYS. 


42 


lUO  7Si  p.  "  God  on  High." 

Thou  who  art  enthroned  above, 
Thou  by  whom  we  live  and  move ! 
Oh,  how  sweet,  with  joyful  tongue, 
To  resound  thy  praise  in  song  !  ■ 
When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  sparkling  stars  arise, 
All  thy  favors  to  rehearse, 
And  give  thanks  in  grateful  verse. 

2  Sweet  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 
When  devotion  fills  the  breast, 
When  we  dwell  within  thy  house, 
Hear  thy  word,  and  pay  our  vows  ; 
Notes  to  heaven's  high  mansions  raise, 
Fill  its  courts  with  joyful  praise  5 
With  repeated  hymns  proclaim 
Great  Jehovah's  awful  name. 

3  From  thy  works  our  joys  arise, 
O  thou  only  good  and  wise  ! 
Who  thy  wonders  can  declare  ? 
How  profound  thy  counsels  are  ! 
Warm  our  hearts  with  sacred  fire  ; 
Grateful  fervors  still  inspire  j 

All  our  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
Ever  in  thy  praise  unite. 

AUt  8s,  7s.         "Praise  to  Thee."  j.  fawcett. 

Praise  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator ! 

Praise  to  thee  from  every  tongue  ; 
Join,  my  soul,  with  every  creature, 

Join  the  universal  song. 

2  Father  !  source  of  all  compassion  ! 
Pure,  unbounded  grace  is  thine  : 

Hail  the  God  of  our  salvation, 
Praise  him  for  his  love  divine  ! 

3  For  ten  thousand  blessings  given, 
For  the  hope  of  future  joy, 

Sound  his  praise  thro'  earth  and  heaven, 
Sound  Jehovah's  praise  on  high ! 

4  Praise  to  God,  the  great  Creator, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  j    . 

Praise  him,  every  living  creature, 
Earth  and  heaven's  united  host. 

5  Joyfully  on  earth  adore  him, 
Till  in  heaven  our  song  we  raise  ; 

Then  enraptured  fall  before  him, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise  ! 


THE    SACRIFICE     OF     PRAISE, 


AvrO  IIS.  '"-Alleluia."  anon. 

Oh,  join  ye  the  anthems  of  triumph  that 


rise 
From  the  throne  of  the  blest,  from  the 

hosts  of  the  skies  ; 
Alleluia,  they  sing  in  rapturous  strains, 
Alleluia,     the     Lord    God    omnipotent7 

reigns  ! 

2  He  gave  to  the  light  its   beneficent 

wings ; 

He  controlleth  the  councils  of  senates 
and  kings ; 

From  his  throne  in  the  clouds  the  light- 
nings are  hurled, 

And  he  ruleth  the  factions  that  rage 
through  the  world. 

3  Rejoice,  ye  that  love  him ;  his  power 

cannot  fail ; 
His   omnipotent   goodness  shall   surely 

prevail ; 
The   triumph   of  evil   will    shortly   be 

passed, 
The  omnipotent  King  shall  conquer  at 

last. 


C.  WESLEV 


lUb  7S)6s.  Psalm  150. 

Praise  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above, 

And  keeps  his  courts  below ; 
Praise  him  for  his  boundless  love, 

And  all  his  greatness  show  ! 
Praise  him  for  his  noble  deeds  j 

Praise  him  for  his  matchless  power 
Him,  from  whom  all  good  proceeds, 

Let  earth  and  heaven  adore. 

2  Publish,  spread  to  all  around, 
The  great  Immanuel's  name  j 

Let  the  gospel  trumpet  sound, 
The  Prince  of  Peace  proclaim ! 

Praise  him,  every  tuneful  string ; 
All  the  reach  of  heavenly  art, 

All  the  power  of  music  bring, 
The  music  of  the  heart. 

3  Him,  in  whom  they  move  and  live, 
Let  every  creature  sing ; 

Glory  to  our  Saviour  give, 
And  homage  to  our  King : 

Hallowed  be  his  name  beneath, 
As  in  heaven,  on  earth  adored  j 

Praise  the  Lord  in  every  breath, 
Let  all  things  praise  the  Lord. 


THE    SACRIFICE    OF    PRAISE. 


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107 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Iloaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
"When  he  spake,  and  it  was  done. 
Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  ho 
Captive  led  captivity. 

2  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away — 
Gongs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  ; 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth — 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 
And  shall  man  alone  be  dumb, 

Till  that  glorious  kingdom  ccme  ? 
No  ;  the  Church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms  and  hymns  and  songs  of  praise. 

3  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice  ; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 
Borne  upon  their  latest  breath 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death  ; 
Then,  amid  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

1AC 

J.vfO  c.  M.  ll  Hearts  to  Pray :"  j.  newton. 

Again  our  earthly  cares  we  leave, 

And  to  thy  courts  repair  ; 
Again  with  joyful  feet  we  come, 

To  meet  our  Saviour  here. 

2  Great  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  hear  ! 
Thy  presence  now  display  ; 

We  bow  within  thy  house  of  prayer ; 
Oh,  give  us  hearts  to  pray  ! 

3  The  clouds  which  vail  thee  from  our 

sight, 
In  pity,  Lord,  remove  ; 
Dispose  our  minds  to  hear  aright 
The  message  of  thy  love. 

4  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 
The  humble  mind,  bestow ; 

And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 

5  Show  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 
Our  fainting  hopes  to  raise  ; 

And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 
To  aid  our  feeble  praise. 


10Q 

XVftf  l.  M.  Psalm  39.  I.  WATTS. 

Jehovah  reigns  ;  his  throne  is  high  ; 
His  robes  are  light  and  majesty  ; 
His  glory  shines  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sight. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe  ;    • 
His  justice  guards  his  holy  law; 

Yet  love  reveals  a  smiling  face, 

And  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 

3  Through   all   his   works   his   wisdom 

shines, 
And  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs  ; 
His  power  is  sovereign  to  fulfill 
The  noblest  counsels  of  his  will. 

4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  descend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ¥ 
Then  let  my  songs  with  angels  join  j 
Heaven  is  secure,  if  God  be  mine. 

A  ■*■"  L.  m.  "  God  is  Here."  j.  wesley,  ir. 

Lo,  God  is  here  ! — let  us  adore  ! 

And  own  how  dreadful  is  this  place  ! 
Let  all  within  us  feel  his  power, 

And,  silent,  bow  before  his  face. 

2  Lo,  God  is  here  ! — him  day  and  night 
United  choirs  of  angels  sing  : 

To  him,  enthroned  above  all  height, 
Let  saints  their  humble  worship  bring. 

3  Lord  God  of  hosts  !  oh,  may  our  praise 
Thy  courts  with  grateful  incense  fill ! 

Still  may  we  stand  before  thy  face, 
Still  hear  and  do  thy  sovereign  will. 

A  A  J.   c#  M#      "  Light  in  thy  Light."  c.  wesley. 

Eternal  Sun  of  righteousness, 

Display  thy  beams  divine, 
And  cause  the  glory  of  thy  face 

Upon  my  heart  to  shine. 

2  Light,  in  thy  light,  oh,  may  I  see, 
Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove, 

Revived,  and  cheered,  and  blest  by  thee 
The  God  of  pardoning  love. 

3  Lift  up  thy  countenance  serene, 
And  let  thy  happy  child 

Behold,  without  a  cloud  between, 
The  Father  reconciled. 

4  On  me  thy  promised  peace  bestow, 
The  peace  by  Jesus  given ; — 

The  joys  of  holiness  below, 
And  then  the  joys  of  heaven. 


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Sun  of  my  soul !  thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  thou  be  near: 
Oh,  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  thee  from  thy  servant's  eyes ! 
2  When  soft  the  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 
Be  my  last  thought — how  sweet  to  rest 
Tor  ever  on  my  Saviour's  breast ! 

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For  without  thee  I  cannot  live; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  Be  near  to  bless  me  when  I  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  my  way  I  take; 
Abide  with  me  till  in  thy  love 
I  lose  myself  in  heaven  above. 

THOS.  TALLIS. 


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Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  oh,  keep  me,  King  of  kings  ! 
Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings. 
2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  which  I  this  day  have  done; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 


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3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed: 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 

Rise  glorious  at  the  judgmentnday. 

4  Oh,  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close! 
Sleep,  which  shall  me  more  vigorous  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 


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OVERBERG. 


J.  C.  H.  RINK. 


SS^SS 


1.  Great  God !  to  thee  my  evening  song  With  humble  gratitude  I  raise ;  Oh,  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue,  And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  prai 

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114  Twilight.  a.  stee 

Great  God  !  to  thee  my  evening  song 
With  humble  gratitude  I  raise; 

Oh,  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days  unclouded  as  they  pass, 
And  every  gentle,  rolling  hour, 

Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

3  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 
Of  Jesus;  his  dear  name  alone 

I  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God ! 
And  kind  acceptance  at  thy  throne. 


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Benediction. 


J.  NEWTON. 


The  peace  which  God  alone  reveals, 
And  by  his  word  of  grace  imparts, 

Which  only  the  believer  feels, 

Direct,  and  keep,  and  cheer  our  hearts  I 

2  And  may  the  holy  Three  in  One, 
The  Father,  Word,  and  Comforter, 

Pour  an  abundant  blessing  down 
On  every  soul  assembled  here  ! 

3  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow: 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below; 

Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


HEBKON.    L.  M. 


LOWELL  MASON. 


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1.  Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on ;  Thus  far  his  p  »wer  prolongs  my  days ;  Aud  every  evening  shall  make  known  Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 


1AO  Evening.  I.  watts. 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on; 

Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 

Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home, 

But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep; 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head; 

While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 


4  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 

And  wait  thy  voice  to  break  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

•  Dismissal.  j.  hart. 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord ! 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word; 
All  that  has  been  amiss,  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood; 
Give  every  burdened  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 


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BRADEN.    S.M. 


B.  BRADBURY. 


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F 

AAO  Evening. 

The  swift  declining  day, 

How  fast  its  moments  fly  ! 
While  evening's  broad  and  gloomy  shade 

Gains  on  the  western  sky. 

2  Ye  mortals,  mark  its  pace, 
And  use  the  hours  of  light; 

And  know,  its  Maker  can  command 
At  once  eternal  night. 

3  Give  glory  to  the  Lord, 

Who  rules  the  whirling  sphere; 
Submissive  at  his  footstool  bow, 
And  seek  salvation  there. 

4  Then  shall  new  lustre  break 
Through  death's  impending  gloom, 

And  lead  you  to  unchanging  light, 
In  your  celestial  home. 

*Av  "Abide  with  us."  j.  m.  neale. 

The  day,  0  Lord,  is  spent; 

Abide  with  us,  and  rest; 
Our  hearts'  desires  are  fully  bent 

On  making  thee  our  guest. 

2  We  have  not  reached  that  land, 
That  happy  land,  as  yet, 

Where  holy  angels  round  thee  stand, 
Whose  sun  can  never  set. 

3  Our  sun  is  sinking  now, 
Our  day  is  almost  o'er; 

O  Sun  of  Righteousness,  do  thou 
Shine  on  us  evermore  ! 

J.*wU  " Still  with  thee."  j.  d.  burns. 

Still,  still  with  thee,  my  God*, 

I  would  desire  to  be: 
By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  would  be  still  with  thee. 
2  With  thee  when  dawn  comes  in, 

And  calls  me  back  to  care, 
Each  day  returning  to  begin 

With  thee  my  God  in  prayer. 


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3  With  thee   when  day  is  done, 
And  evening  calms  the  mind; 

The  setting,  as  the  rising,  sun 
With  thee  my  heart  would  find. 

4  With  thee,  in  thee,  by  faith 
Abiding  I  would  be; 

By  day,  by  night,  in  life,  in  death, 
I  would  be  still  with  thee. 

191 

A  "•  *-  Doxology.  I.  w. 

To  God  the  only  wise, 

Who  keeps  us  by  his  word, 

Be  glory  now  and  evermore, 
Through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 

2  Hosanna  to  the  Word, 
Who  from  the  Father  came; 

Ascribe  salvation  to  the  Lord, 
And  ever  bless  his  name. 

3  The  grace  of  Christ  our  Lord, 
The  Father's  boundless  love, 

The  Spirit's  blest  communion,  too, 
Be  with  us  from  above. 


J.    BLEW. 


±£<*  The  final  rest. 

The  day  is  past  and  gone, 
Great  God,  we  bow  to  thee; 

Again,  as  shades  of  night  steal  on, 
Unto  thy  side  we  flee. 

2  Oh,  when  shall  that  day  come, 
Ne'er  sinking  in  the  west, 

That  country  and  that  happy  home, 
Where  none  shall  break  our  rest; — 

3  Where  all  things  shall  be  peace, 
And  pleasure  without  end, 

And  golden  harps,  that  never  cease, 
With  joyous  hymns  shall  blend ; — 

4  Where  we,  preserved  beneath 
The  shelter  of  thy  wing, 

For  evermore  thy  praise  shall  breathe, 
And  of  thy  mercy  sing. 


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EVENING.    S.  M. 


1.  The  dav  is  past  and  gone.  The  erening  shades  appear;    Oh.  may  we  all  re  -  member  well  TJe  night  of  death  draws  near. 


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The  day  is  past  and  gone, 
The  evening  shades  appear; 

Oh,  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near! 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 
Upon  our  beds  to  rest; 

So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possessed. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 
Secure  from  all  our  fears; 

May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  we  early  rise, 
And  view  the  unwearied  sun, 

May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 
And  we  from  time  remove, 

Oh,  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love! 

J-wT  "  Closing  hour, ."  s.  t.  fitch. 

Lord,  at  this  closing  hour, 

Establish  every  heart 
Upon  thy  word  of  truth  and  power, 

To  keep  us  when  we  part. 

2  Peace  to  our  brethren  give; 
Fill  all  our  hearts  with  love; 

In  faith  and  patience  may  we  live, 
And  seek  our  rest  above. 

3  Through  changes,  bright  or  drear, 
We  would  thy  will  pursue; 

And  toil  to  spread  thy  kingdom  here, 
Till  we  its  glory  view. 

4  To  God,  the  only  wise, 
In  every  age  adored, 

Let  glory  from  the  church  arise 
Through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord ! 


19  i 

M.U19  Sabbath  ended.  j.  ellerton. 

The  day  of  praise  is  done; 

The  evening  shadows  fall; 
Yet  pass  not  from  us  with  the  sun, 

True  Light  that  lightenest  all ! 

2  Around  thy  throne  on  high, 
Where  night  can  never  be, 

The  white-robed  harpers  of  the  sky 
Bring  ceaseless  hymns  to  thee. 

3  Too  faint  our  anthems  here; 
Too  soon  of  praise  we  tire ; 

But  oh,  the  strains  how  full  and  clear 
Of  that  eternal  choir  ! 

4  Yet,  Lord  !  to  thy  dear  will 
If  thou  attune  the  heart, 

We  in  thine  angels'  music  still 
May  bear  our  lower  part. 

5  Shine  thou  within  us,  then, 
A  day  that  knows  no  end, 

Till  songs  of  angels  and  of  men 
In  perfect  praise  shall  blend. 

1  U U  At  Dismission. 

Once  more,  before  we  part, 
Oh,  bless  the  Saviour's  name ! 

Let  every  tongue  and  every  heart 
Adore  and  praise  the  same. 

2  Lord,  in  thy  grace  we  came, 
That  blessing  still  impart; 

We  met  in  Jesus'  sacred  name, 
In  Jesus'  name  we  part. 

3  Still  on  thy  holy  word 
Help  us  to  feed,  and  grow, 

Still  to  go  on  to  know  the  Lord, 
And  practice  what  we  know. 

4  Xow,  Lord,  before  we  part, 
Help  us  to  bless  thy  name: 

Let  every  tongue  and  every  heart 
Adore  and  praise  the  same. 


J.   HART. 


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EVENTIDE.    10s. 


WM.  H.  MONK. 


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When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  oh,  abide  with  me  ! 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away ; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see; 
O  thou,  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me  1 

PAX  DEI.    10s. 


3  I  need  thy  presence  every  passing  hour, 
What  but  thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's 

power  ? 
Who,  like  thyself,  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 
Thro'  cloud  and  sunshine,  oh,  abide  with  me  ! 

4  Hold  thou  thy  cross  before  my  closing  eyes ; 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to 

the  skies; 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain 

shadows  flee  ! 
In  life,  in  death,  0  Lord,  abide  with  me ! 

J.  B.  DYKES. 


1.  Saviour,     a  -  gain    to  thy  dear  name  we    raise     With  one  accord  our  parting    hymn  of     praise  ; 


We  rise  to  blesstheeere  our  worship  cease,   And    now,  de  -  parting,  wait  thy  word  of    peace. 


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Saviour,  again  to  thy  dear  name  we  raise 
With  one  accord  our  parting  hymn  of  praise; 
We  rise  to  bless  thee  ere  our  worship  cease, 
And  now,  departing,  wait  thy  word  of  peace, 
2  Grant  us  thy  peace  upon  our  homeward 

way; 
Witlrthee  began,  with  thee  shall  end  the  day ; 
Guard  thou  the  lips  from  sin,  the  hearts 

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That  in  this  house  have  called  upon  thy  name. 


3  Grant  us  thy  peace,  Lord,  through  the 

coming  night; 
Turn  thou  for  us  its  darkness  into  light; 
From  harm  and  danger  keep  thy  children  free, 
For  dark  and  light  are  both  alike  to  thee. 

4  Grant  us  thy  peace  throughout  our  earthly 

life, 
Our  balm  in  sorrow,  and  our  stay  in  strife; 
Then,  when  thy  voice  shall  bid  our  conflict 

»     cease, 
Call  us,  O  Lord,  to  thine  eternal  peace. 


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Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  thee. 

2  Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 
Is  aught  escapes  without,  within, 
Pardon  each  infirmity, 

Open  fault,  and  secret  sin. 

3  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  for  ever  pass  away; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee. 

4  Thou  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 
All  of  man's  infirmity; 

Then  from  thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye. 

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130 

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.   For  the  mercies  of  the  day, 
For  this  rest  upon  our  way, 
Thanks  to  thee  alone  be  given, 
Lord  of  earth  and  King  of  heaven  ! 

2  Cold  our  services  have  been, 
Mingled  every  prayer  with  sin: 
But  thou  canst  and  wilt  forgive; 
By  thy  grace  alone  we  live. 

3  While  this  thorny  path  we  tread, 
May  thy  love  our  footsteps  lead ; 
When  our  journey  here  is  past, 
May  we  rest  with  thee  at  last. 

4  Let  these  earthly  Sabbaths  prove 
Foretastes  of  our  joys  above; 
While  their  steps  thy  children  bend 
To  the  rest  which  knows  no  end. 


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Now  God  be  with  us,  for  the  night  is  closing,  From  the  recesses  of  a  lowly  spirit, 

The  light  and  darkness  are  of  his  disposing;  Our  humble  prayer  ascends;    0  Father  ! 

And  'neath  his  shadow  here  to  rest  we  yield  hear  it, 

us ;  Upsoaring  on  the  wings  of  awe  and  meekness ! 

For  he  will  shield  us.  Forgive  its  weakness  ! 

2  Let  evil  thoughts  and  spirits  flee  before  us,  2  We  see  thy  hand;  it  leads  us,  it  supports  us! 
Till   morning  cometh,  watch,  0   Father  !  We  hear  thy  voice ;.  it  counsels  and  it  courts 

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But  thee,  O  Father  !  who  thine  own  hast  The  seeds  of  holiness,  and  bid  them  blossom 
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vation,  Where  angels  walk,  and  seraphs  are  the 

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High  throned,  o'er  all  thine  eye  of  mercy  Where  every  flower  escaped  through  death's 

casting,  dark  portal, 

Lord  everlasting !  Becomes  immortal. 


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51 


LAST  BEAM.    P.M. 


T.  V.  WHISENTHAL. 


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Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shining, 
Father  in  heaven,  the  day  is  declining; 
Safety  and  innocence  fly  with  the  light, 
Temptation  and  danger  walk  forth  with  the  night: 
From  the  fall  of  the  shade  till  the  morning  bells  chime, 
Shield  me  from  danger,  save  me  from  crime! — Ref. 

2  Father  in  heaven,  oh,  hear  when  we  call! 

Hear,  for  Christ's  sake,  who  is  Saviour  of  all; 

Feeble  and  fainting,  we  trust  in  thy  might; 

In  doubting  and  darkness,  thy  love  be  our  light ; 

Let  us  sleep  on  thy  breast  while  the  night  taper  burns, 

Wake  in  thine  arms  when  morning  returns. — Ref. 


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AT^jr^gg 


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1.  Guide 


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me,  O  thou  great  Jeho-vah, 


Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ;  I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty  ; 


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ldx  Guidance. 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 

1  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand; 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  thou  the  crystal  fountain 
Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow ; 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through; 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  Strength  and  Shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside; 

Death  of  death  1  and  hell's  Destruction  ! 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side; 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 
OLIPHANT.    8s,  7s,  4s. 


-  ^ ■  I       V     _ 

*'"'  "Leadusf"  j.  edmeston. 

Lead  us,  heavenly  Father,  lead  us 
O'er  the  world's  tempestuous  sea; 

Guard  us,  guide  us,  keep  us,  feed  us, 
For  we  have  no  help  but  thee; 

Yet  possessing     Every  blessing, 
If  our  God  our  Father  be. 

2  Saviour,  breathe  forgiveness  o'er  us; 
All  our  weakness  thou  dost  know; 

Thou  didst  tread  this  earth  before  us; 

Thou  didst  feel  its  keenest  woe; 
Lone  and  dreary,     Faint  and  weary, 

Through  the  desert  thou  didst  go. 

3  Spirit  of  our  God,  descending, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  joy; 

Love  with  every  passion  blending, 
Pleasure  that  can  never  cloy; 

Thus  provided,     Pardoned,  guided, 
Nothing  can  our  peace  destroy. 

lowell  mason,  arr. 


1.  Guide  me.  0  thou  great  Je  -  ho-vah,  Pilgrim  through  this  barren  laud ;  I    am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty,  Hold  me  with  thy 

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53 

J.  J.  ROUSSEAU. 

j |  I  *ff  I  2d.   D.C. 


1.  Lord,  dismiss  us  with   thy  blessing.Fill  onr  hearts  with  joy  and  peace;  \  Let  us  each  thy  love  pos  -  sess-ing,  ) 
d.  c.  Oh,  re -fresh  us,  Oh,    re  •  fresh  us,  Traveling  through  this  wilderness.  ]  Tri-umph  in  re -deeming  (omit)    \ 


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Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  aud  peace; 

Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace; 

Oh,  refresh  us, 
Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given, 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away ; 

Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  to  leave  our  cumbrous  clay, 

May  we,  ready, 
Rise  and  reign  in  endless  day. 

-i-O  ■  "Keep  us  safe."  T.  kelly. 

God  of  our  salvation  !  hear  us; 

Bless,  oh,  bless  us,  ere  we  go; 
When  we  join  the  world,  be  near  us, 

Lest  we  cold  and  careless  grow. 
Saviour !  keep  us; 

Keep  us  safe  from  every  foe. 
2  As  our  steps  are  drawing  nearer 

To  our  everlasting  home, 
May  our  view  of  heaven  grow  clearer, 

Hope  more  bright  of  joys  to  come; 

STOCKWELL.    8s,  7s. 


And,  when  dying, 
May  thy  presence  cheer  the  gloom. 

J-OO  Benediction.  J.  newton. 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 
And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 

With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above  ! 

2  Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 
With  each  other  and  the  Lord; 

And  possess  in  sweet  communion, 
Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 

A  O «/  Evening  blessing.        j.  edmeston. 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 

Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing; 

Thou  canst  save,  and  thou  canst  heaL 

2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 
Though  the  arrow  near  us  fly, 

Angel  guards  from  thee  surround  us, 
We  are  safe  if  thou  art  nigh. 

3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 
Darkness  cannot  hide  from  thee; 

Thou  art  he  who,  never  weary, 
Watcheth  where  thy  people  be. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertakeus, 
And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 

May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 
Clad  in  light  and  deathless  bloom. 

D.  E.  JONES. 


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Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessinsr.  Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal;  Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing;  Thou  canst  save,  and  thou  canst  heal. 


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Oxe  more  day's  work  for  Jesus, 

One  less  of  life  for  me ! 
But  heaven  is  nearer,  And  Christ  is  dearer, 
Than  yesterday,  to  me; 

His  love  and  light 

Fill  all  my  soul  to-night. — Cho. 
2  One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus  ! 

How  sweet  the  work  has  been, 
To  tell  the  story,  To  show  the  glory, 
Where  Christ's  flock  enter  in  ! 

How  it  did  shine 

In  this  poor  heart  of  mine  ! — Cho. 

EMMELAR.    6s,  5s. 


1 — r 


5  One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus — 
Oh,  yes,  a  weary  day; 
But  heaven  shines  clearer,  And  rest  comes 

At  each  step  of  the  way ;         [nearer, 
And  Christ  in  all — 
Before  his  face  I  fall. — Cho. 

4  Oh,  blessed  work  for  Jesus  I 

Oh,  rest  at  Jesus'  feet ! 
There  toil  seems  pleasure,  My  wants  are 
And  pain  for  him  is  sweet.-    [treasure, 

Lord,  if  I  may, 

I'll  serve  another  day  ! — Cho. 

J.  BARNBY. 


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1.  Now  the  day  is    o  -  ver,    Night  is  drawing  nigh,     Shadows  of  the  evening    Steal  across  the  sky. 


S.  BARING-GOULD. 


AtA  Day  is  over. 

Now  the  day  is  over, 
Night  is  drawing  nigh, 

Shadows  of  the  evening 
Steal  across  the  sky. 

2  Jesus,  give  the  weary 
Calm  and  sweet  repose; 

With  thy  tenderest  blessing 
May  our  eyelids  close. 

3  Grant  to  little  children 
Visions  bright  of  thee; 


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Guard  the  sailors  tossing 
On  the  deep  blue  sea. 

4  Through  the  long  night-watches, 
May  thine  angels  spread 

Their  white  wings  above  me, 
Watching  round  my  bed. 

5  When  the  morning  wakens, 
Then  may  I  arise, 

Pure  and  fresh  and  sinless 
In  thy  holy  eyes. 


CLOSE  OP  WORSHIP. 


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Thy  word  iuto  our  minds  instill: 

And  make  our  lukewarm  hearts  to  glow 
With  lowly  love  and  fervent  will. — Ref. 

2  The  day  is  gone,  its  hours  have  run, 
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The  sinful,  unto  thee  we  call; 

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Thou  art  our  Jesus,  and  our  all. — Ref. 


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M.  A.  LATHBCRY. 


liO  "Bj  Galilee: 

Break  thou  the  bread  of  life, 

Dear  Lord,  to  me, 
As  thou  didst  break  the  loaves 

Beside  the  sea; 
Beyond  the  sacred  page 

I  seek  thee,  Lord; 
My  spirit  pants  for  thee, 

0  living  Word ! 


2  Bless  thou  the  truth,  dear  Lord, 

To  me — to  me — 
As  thou  didst  bless  the  bread 

By  Galilee; 
Then  shall  all  bondage  cease, 

All  fetters  fall; 
And  I  shall  find  my  peace, 

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58 

AiO  s.  M,        The  Lord 's  Prayer,    j.  Montgomery 

Our  Heavenly  Father,  heTir 
The  prayer  we  offer  now : — 

"  Thy  name  be  hallowed  far  and  near, 
To  thee  all  nations  bow. 

2  "  Thy  kingdom  come  ;  thy  will 
On  earth  be  done  in  love, 

As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfill 
Thy  perfect  law  above. 

3  "  Our  daily  bread  supply, 
While  by  thy  word  we  live; 

The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive,  as  we  forgive. 

4  "  From  dark  temptation's  power 
Our  feeble  hearts  defend; 

Deliver  in  the  evil  hour, 
And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

5  "  Thine,  then,  for  ever  be 
Glory  and  power  divine ; 

The  sceptre,  throne,  and  majesty 
Of  heaven  and  earth  are  thine." 


CLOSE    OF    WORSHIP. 


C.  WESLEY. 


A  **  (    ?s.  The  Holy  Spirit. 

Light  of  life,  seraphic  Fire, 
Love  divine,  thyself  impart ; 

Every  fainting  soul  inspire  ; 
Enter  every  drooping  heart ; — 

2  Every  mournful  sinner  cheer; 
Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom ; 

Father!  in  thy  grace  appear, 
To  thy  human  temples  come. 

3  Come,  in  this  accepted  hour, 
Bring  thy  heavenly  kingdom  in ; 

Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  power, 
Set  us  free  from  all  our  sin. 

4  Nothing  more  can  we  require, 
We  will  covet  nothing  less; 

Be  thou  all  our  heart's  desire, 
All  our  joy,  and  all  our  peace. 

-i-^C3  8Si  7s.  Dismissal.  r.   ha 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing; 

Bid  us  now  depart  in  peace ; 
Still  on  heavenly  manna  feeding, 

Let  our  faith  and  love  increase. 

2  Fill  each  breast  with  consolation  ; 

Up  to  thee  our  hearts  we  raise ; 
When  we  reach  our  blissful  station, 

Then  we  '11  give  thee  nobler  praise. 


R.    HAWKER. 


149 

■*•*-«' I- M.  Sabbath  Eve.  J.  EDMESTOM. 

Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve, 
And  soft  the  sunbeams  lingering  there ; 

For  these  blest  hours  the  world  I  leave, 
Wafted  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer. 

2  The  time,  how  lovely  and  how  still ! 
Peace  shines  and  smiles  on  all  below ; 

The  plain,  the  stream,  the  wood,  the  hill, 
All  fair  with  evening's  setting  glow 

3  Season  of  rest !  the  tranquil  soul 
Feels  the  sweet  calm,  and  melts  tolove; 

And  while  these  sacred  moments  roll, 
Faith  sees  the  smiling  heaven  above. 

4  Nor  will  our  days  of  toil  be  long ; 
Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod; 

And  we  shall  join  the  ceaseless  song, 
The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  God. 


P.  DODDRIDGE. 


iOU  H.  M.  God's  Word. 

The  promises  I  sing, 

Which  sovereign  love  hath  spcl 
Nor  will  the  Eternal  King 
His  words  of  grace  revoke  ; 
They  stand  secure      Not  Zion's  hill 
And  steadfast  still;     Abides  so  sure. 
2  The  mountains  melt  away 

When  once  the  Judge  appears, 
And  sun  and  moon  decay, 
That  measure  mortal  years  ; 


The  promise  shines 
Through  all  the  flame. 


But  still  the  same, 

In  radiant  lines 

3  Their  harmony  shall  sound 

Through  my  attentive  ears, 
When  thunders  cleave  the  ground 

And  dissipate  the  spheres 


Midst  all  the  shock 
Of  that  dread  scene, 


I  stand  serene, 
Thy  word  my  rock. 


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*tf-»   cm.  '"''Hear  and  Know."  I.  watts. 

Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 

The  gospel's  joyful  sound; 
Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go, 

And  light  their  steps  surround. 

2  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up, 
Through  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 

His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope, 
Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 
Strength  and  salvation  gives  ; 

Israel !  thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 


CLOSE     OF    W  ORG  II  IP. 


1  W 

AeJ-w  7s,  Hymn  at  Parting.         E.  l.   follen. 

Thou,  from  whom  we  never  part, 
Thou,  whose  love  is  everywhere, 

Thou,  who  seest  every  heart, 
Listen  to  our  evening  prayer. 

2  Father,  fill  our  hearts  with  love, 
Love  unfailing,  full  and  free  ; 

Love  that  no  alarm  can  move, 
Love  that  ever  rests  on  thee. 

3  Heavenly  Father  !  through  the  night 
Keep  us  safe  from  every  ill ; 

Cheerful  as  the  morning  light, 
Mav  we  wake  to  do  thv  will. 


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J.  NEWTON. 


D.  C.  COLESWORTHY. 


1  DO  8s,  7s,  4S.         "Hear  us: 

While  we  lowly  bow  before  thee. 
Wilt  thou,  gracious  Saviour,  hear  ? 

We  are  poor  and  needy  sinners, 
Full  of  doubt  and  full  of  fear ; 

Gracious  Saviour, 
Make  us  humble  and  sincere. 

2  Fill  us  with  thy  Holy  Spirit  j 
Sanctify  us  by  thy  grace  j 

Oh,  incline  us  more  to  love  thee, 
And  in  dust  our  souls  abase. 

Hear  us,  Saviour, 
And  unvail  thy  glorious  face. 

3  None  in  vain  did  ever  ask  thee 
For  the  Spirit  of  thy  love  ; 

Hear  us,  then,  dear  Saviour,  hear  us  ; 
Grant  an  answer  from  above  ; 

Blessed  Saviour, 
Hear  and  answer  from  above. 

*■  tl~X  8s,  7s,  4s.  Invocation.  J.  pierpon- 

God  Almighty  and  All-seeing  ! 

Holy  One,  in  whom  we  all 
Live,  and  move,  and  have  our  being, 

Hear  us  when  on  thee  we  call  j 
Father,  hear  us, 

As  before  thy  throne  we  fall. 

2  Of  all  good  art  thou  the  Giver  ; 

Weak  and  wandering  ones  are  we ; 
Then  for  ever,  yea,  for  ever, 

In  thy  presence  would  we  be  ; 
Oh,  be  near  us, 

That  we  wander  not  from  thee. 


For  a  season  called  to  part, 
Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 

To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever  present  Friend. 

2  Jesus  !  hear  our  humble  prayer, 
Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep  ! 

Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

3  Then  if  thou  thy  help  afford, 
Joyful  songs  to  thee  shall  rise, 

And  our  souls  shall  praise  the  Lord, 
Who  regards  our  humble  cries. 

-i-tlvf  s.  m.  "Bless  the  Lord.'"  j.  Montgomery. 

Staxd  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

Ye  people  of  his  choice  ; 
Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 

With  heart  and  soul  and  voice. 

2  Though  high  above  all  praise, 
Above  all  blessing  high, 

Who  would  not  fear  his  holy  name, 
And  laud,  and  magnify  ? 

3  Oh,  for  the  living  flame 
From  his  own  altar  brought, 

To  touch  our  lips,  our  souls  inspire, 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought ! 

4  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 
And  his  salvation  ours  : 

Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed, 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

5  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord ; 
The  Lord  your  God  adore  ; 

Stand  up,  and  bless  his  glorious  name, 
Henceforth,  for  evermore. 

J-O  I    8s,  7s,  4S.    "Lord,  keep  us."  T.   kelly. 

Keep  us,  Lord,  oh,  keep  us  ever  : 
Vain  our  hope,  if  left  by  thee  j 

We  are  thine  ;  oh,  leave  us  never, 
Till  thy  glorious  face  we  see  j 

Then  to  praise  thee 
Through  a  bright  eternity. 

2  Precious  is  thy  word  of  promise, 
Precious  to  thy  people  here; 

Never  take  thy  presence  from  us, 
Jesus,  Saviour,  still  be  near : 

Living,  dying, 
May  thy  name  our  spirits  cheer. 


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THE   SCRIPTURES, 


UXBRIDGE.    L.  M. 


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1.  The  hearens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord !  In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines ;  But,  when  onr  eyes  behold  thy  word,  We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 


Xt)o  Psalm  19.  1.  watts. 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  1 
In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines; 

But,  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confess; 

But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand; 

So,  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 
Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run, 

Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blessed, 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  righteousness  1  arise; 
Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light; 

Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  souls  renewed,  and  sins  forgiven: 

Lord  !  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 

±0\j  Inspiration.  I.  watts. 

'T  was  by  an  order  from  the  Lord 
The  ancient  prophets  spoke  his  word  ! 
His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  inspire, 
And  warmed  their  hearts  with  heavenly  fire. 

2  The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wrought 
Confirmed  the  messages  they  brought: 
The  prophet's  pen  succeeds  his  breath, 

To  save  the  holy  words  from  death. 

3  Great  God,  mine  eyes  with  pleasure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book; 

There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  see, 
And  read  his  name  who  died  for  me. 


E.  BEDDOME. 


1 6l)  The  Gospel  Word. 

God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known: 
"Where  love  in  all  its  glory  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here  sinners,  of  an  humble  frame, 
May  taste  his  grace,  and  learn  his  name; 
May  read,  in  characters  of  blood, 

The  wisdom,  power,  and  grace  of  God. 

3  The  prisoner  here  may  break  his  chains; 
The  weary  rest  from  all  his  pains; 

The  captive  feel  his  bondage  cease; 
The  mourner  find  the  way  of  peace. 

4  Here  faith  reveals  to  mortal  eyes 
A  brighter  world  beyond  the  skies; 

Here  shines  the  light  which  guides  our  way 
From  earth  to  realms  of  endless  day. 

5  Oh,  grant  us  grace,  Almighty  Lord, 
To  read  and  mark  thy  holy  word; 

Its  truth  with  meekness  to  receive, 
And  by  its  holy  precepts  live. 

ADA  Psalm  19.  R.  GRANT. 

The  starry  firmament  on  high, 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  sky, 
Yet  shine  not  to  thy  praise,  0  Lord, 
So  brightly  as  thy  written  word. 

2  The  hopes  that  holy  word  supplies, 
Its  truths  divine  and  precepts  wise, 
In  each  a  heavenly  beam  I  see, 
And  every  beam  conducts  to  thee. 

3  Almighty  Lord,  the  sun  shall  fail, 
The  moon  forget  her  nightly  tale, 
And  deepest  silence  hush  on  high 
The  radiant  chorus  of  the  sky; — 

4  But  fixed  for  everlasting  years, 
Unmoved,  amid  the  wreck  of  spheres, 
Thy  word  shall  shine  in  cloudless  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  have  passed  away. 


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Now  let  my  soul,  eternal  King, 
To  thee  its  grateful  tribute  bring; 
My  knee  with  humble  homage  bow, 
My  tongue  perform  its  solemn  vow. 
2  All  nature  sings  thy  boundless  love, 
In  worlds  below  and  worlds  above; 
But  in  thy  blessed  word  I  trace 
Diviner  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

OAPELLO.    L.  M. 


3  Here  Jesus  bids  my  sorrows  cease*, 
And  gives  my  laboring  conscience  peace; 
Here  lifts  my  gratefnl  passions  high, 
And  points  to  mansions  in  the  sky. 

4  For  love  like  this,  oh,  let  my  song, 
Through  endless  years,  thy  praise  prolong; 
Let  distant  climes  thy  name  adore, 

Till  time  and  nature  are  no  more. 

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"Upon  the  Gospel's  sacred  page 

The  gathered  beams  of  ages  shine ; 
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But  makes  its  brightness  more  divine. 
2  On  mightier  wing,  in  loftier  flight, 

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Its  radiance  shall  o'erflow  the  world, — . 

4  Flow  to  restore,  but  not  destroy; 
As  when  the  cloudless  lamp  of  day 

Pours  out  its  floods  of  light  and  joy, 
And  sweeps  the  lingering  mist  away. 


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Thou  lovely  Source  of  true  delight, 

Whom  I  uuseen  adore  ! 
Uuvail  thy  beauties  to  my  sight, 

That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

2  Thy  glory  o'er  creation  shines; — 
But  in  thy  sacred  word, 

I  read,  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 
My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 

3  'Tis  here,  whene'er  my  comforts  droop, 
And  sin  and  sorrow  rise, 

Thy  love,  with  cheering  beams  of  hope, 
My  fainting  heart  supplies. 

4  But  ah!  too  soon  the  pleasing  scene 
Is  clouded  o'er  with  pain ; 

My  gloomy  fears  rise  dark  between, 
And  I  again  complain. 

5  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  life,  my  light ! 
Oh,  come  with  blissful  ray ; 

Break  radiant  through  the  shades  of  night, 
And  chase  my  fears  away. 

KNOX.    C.  M. 


6  Then  shall  my  soul  with  rapture  trace 

The  wonders  of  thy  love: 
But  the  full  glories  of  thy  face 

Are  only  known  above. 

*-W  Psalm  119.  J.  FAWCETT 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine, 

By  inspiration  given ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 

To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  O'er  all  the  strait  and  narrow  way 
Its  radiant  beams  are  cast; 

A  light  whose  never  weary  ray 
Grows  brightest  at  the  last. 

3  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  tears; 

Life,  light,  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

4  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 
Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 

Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 

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GEORGE  KINGSLEY. 


1.  My  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust ;  Lord,  give  me  life  di  -  vine ;  From  vain  desires  and  every  lust,  Turn  off  these  eyes  of  mine. 

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My  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust; 

Lord,  give  me  life  divine; 
From  vain  desires  and  every  lust, 

Turn  off  these  eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 
To  speed  me  in  thy  way, 

Lest  I  should  loiter  in  my  race 
Or  turn  my  feet  astray. 

3  Are  not  thy  mercies  sovereign  still, 
And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 

Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heavenly  road  ? 

4  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 
And  long  to  see  thy  face  ? 

And  yet  how  slow  my  spirits  move 
Without  enlivening  grace ! 

5  Then  shall  I  love  thy  gospel  more, 
And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 

When  I  have  felt  its  quickening  power 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

lt>7  Dull  of  Heart.  i.  watts. 

Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 

I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears, 

But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 
The  pearl  of  price  unknown ; 

That  merchant  is  divinely  wise, 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 

3  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife, 
Where  wit  and  reason  fail; 

My  guide  to  everlasting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

4  Oh,  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God ! 
My  roving  feet  command; 

Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road, 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 


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Oh,  how  I  love  thy  holy  law  I 

'Tis  daily  my  delight; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 

Divine  advice  by  night. 

2  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage  1 
How  well  employ  my  tongue  1 

And  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage 
Yields  me  a  heavenly  song. 

3  Am  I  a  stranger,  or  at  home, 
'Tis  my  perpetual  feast: 

Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb, 
So  much  allures  the  taste. 

4  No  treasures  so  enrich  the  mind, 
Nor  shall  thy  word  be  sold 

For  loads  of  silver  well-refined, 
Nor  heaps  of  choicest  gold. 

5  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 
Thy  promises  of  grace 

Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praise. 

*-"*J  Psalm  119.  1.  watts. 

Lord  !  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 

My  lasting  .heritage ; 
There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 

My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 

2  I'll  read  the  histories  of  thy  love, 
And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight, 

While  through  the  promises  I  rove, 
With  ever-fresh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 
Where  springs  of  life  arise ; 

Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies: — 

4  The  best  relief  that  mourners  have; 
It  makes  our  sorrows  blest: — 

Our  fairest  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  rest. 


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How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 
And  guard  their  lives  from  sin? 

Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 
It  spreads  such  light  abroad; 

The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 
That  guides  us  all  the  day ; 

And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise ; 
I  hate  the  sinner's  road; 

I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God  ! 

5  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth; 
How  pure  is  every  page  ! 

That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 


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A  i  A  Psalm  119.  1.  watts. 

Oh,  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

To  keep  his  statutes  still: 
Oh,  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 

To  know  and  do  his  will. 

2  Oh,  send  thy  Spirit  down,  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart ; 

Kor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Or  act  the  liar's  part. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes; 
Let  no  corrupt  design, 

]S"or  covetous  desires,  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

4  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 
And  make  my  heart  sincere; 

Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord ! 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

5  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands — 
'Tis  a  delightful  road; 

Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  against  my  God. 


YORK,    CM 


SCOTCH  PSALTER. 


1  Oh,  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  wa  vs  To  keep  his  statutes  still ;  Oh,  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace  To  know  and  do  his  will. 


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Father  of  mercies  !  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  1 
For  ever  be  thy  name  adored. 

For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here,  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
And  yields  a  free  repast; 

Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

3  Here,  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  around; 

And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

4  Oh,  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 
My  ever  dear  delight; 

And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

5  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord  ! 
Be  thou  for  ever  near; 

Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

DEVIZES.    CM. 


The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word, 
And  brings  the  truth  to  sight; 

Precepts  and  promises  afford 
A  sanctifying  light. 

2  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 
Majestic,  like  the  sun; 

It  gives  a  light  to  every  age; — 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

3  The  hand,  that  gave  it,  still  supplies 
The  gracious  light  and  heat; 

Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, — 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

4  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 
For  such  a  bright  display, 

As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

5  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 
The  steps  of  him  I  love, 

Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view, 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 


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The  heavens  declare  his  glory, 

Their  Maker's  skill  the  skies; 
Each  day  repeats  the  story, 

And  night  to  night  replies. 
Their  silent  proclamation 

Throughout  the  earth  is  heard; 
The  record  of  creation, 

The  page  of  nature's  word. 

2  So  pure,  so  soul-restoring, 
Is  truth's  diviner  ray; 

A  brighter  radiance  pouring 
Than  all  the  pomp  of  day: 

The  wanderer  surely  guiding, 
It  makes  the  simple  wise; 

And,  evermore  abiding, 
Unfailing  joy  supplies. 

3  Thy  word  is  richer  treasure 
Than  lurks  within  the  mine ; 

And  daintiest  fare  less  pleasure 
Yields  than  this  food  divine. 

How  wise  each  kind  monition  1 
Led  by  thy  counsels,  Lord, 

How  safe  the  saints'  condition, 
How  great  is  their  reward ! 


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0  God,  the  Rock  of  Ages, 

Who  evermore  hast  been, 
What  time  the  tempest  rages, 

Our  dwelling-place  serene: 
Before  thy  first  creations, 

0  Lord,  the  same  as  now, 
To  endless  generations, 

The  Everlasting  thou  ! 

2  Our  years  are  like  the  shadows 
On  sunny  hills  that  lie, 

Or  grasses  in  the  meadows 
That  blossom  Tout  to  die: 

A  sleep,  a  dream,  a  story, 
By  strangers  quickly  told, 

An  unremaining  glory 

Of  things  that  soon  are  old. 

3  0  thou  who  canst  not  slumber, 
Whose  light  grows  never  pale, 

Teach  us  aright  to  number 
Our  years  before  they  fail ! 

On  us  thy  mercy  lighten, 
On  us  thy  goodness  rest, 

And  let  thy  Spirit  brighten 
The  hearts  thyself  hast  blessed  ! 

A  ■   ■  Omnipresent.  dutch  hymn. 

On  mountains  and  in  valleys 
Where'er  we  go  is  God; 

The  cottage  and  the  palace, 
Alike  are  his  abode. 
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With  watchful  eye  abiding 

Upon  us  with  delight; 
Our  souls,  in  him  confiding, 

He  keeps  both  day  and  night. 

2  Above  me  and  beside  me, 

My  God  is  ever  near, 
To  watch,  protect,  and  guide  me, 

Whatever  ills  appear. 
Though  other  friends  may  fail  me; 

In  sorrow's  dark  abode, 
Though  death  itself  assail  me, 

I'm  ever  safe  with  God. 

*.  •  O  Sovereign  Love.  J.  conder. 

'Tis  not  that  I  did  choose  thee, 

For,  Lord  !  that  could  not  be; 
This  heart  would  still  refuse  thee; 

But  thou  hast  chosen  me; — 
Hast,  from  the  sin  that  stained  me, 

Washed  me  and  set  me  free, 
And  to  this  end  ordained  me, 

That  I  should  live  to  thee. 

2  'Twas  sovereign  mercy  called  me, 

And  taught  my  opening  mind; 
The  world  had  else  enthralled  me, 

To  heavenly  glories  blind. 
My  heart  owns  none  above  thee; 

For  thy  rich  grace  I  thirst; 
This  knowing, — if  I  love  thee, 

Thou  must  have  loved  me  first. 


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Father  of  heaven,  whose  love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend; 
To  us  thy  pardoning  love  extend. 

2  Almighty  Son — incarnate  Word — 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend; 
To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend. 

3  Eternal  Spirit !  by  whose  breath 
The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, — 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend; 

To  us  thy  quickening  power  extend. 

4  Jehovah  ! — Father,  Spirit,  Son  ! 
Mysterious  Godhead  ! — Three  in  One  ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend; 
Grace,  pardon,  life  to  us  extend. 

loU  Unsearchableness.         E.  butcher. 

With  deepest  reverence  at  thy  throne, 
Jehovah,  peerless  and  unknown  ! 
Our  feeble  spirits  strive,  in  vain, 
A  glimpse  of  thee,  great  God  !  to  gain. 

2  Who,  by  the  closest  search,  can  find 
The  eternal,  uncreated  Mind? 

]Sor  men,  nor  angels  can  explore 

Thy  heights  of  love,  thy  depths  of  power. 

3  That  power  we  trace  on  every  side; 
Oh,  may  thy  wisdom  be  our  guide  ! 
And  while  we  live,  and  when  we  die, 
May  thine  almighty  love  be  nigh. 


Long-Suffering. 


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God  of  my  life,  to  thee  belong 
The  grateful  heart,  the  joyful  song; 
Touched  by  thy  love,  each  tuneful  chord 
Resounds  the  goodness  of  the  Lord. 

2  Yet  why,  dear  Lord,  this  tender  care  ? 
Why  doth  thy  hand  so  kindly  rear 

A  useless  cumberer  of  the  ground, 
On  which  so  little  fruit  is  found? 

3  Still  let  the  barren  fig-tree  stand 
Upheld  and  fostered  by  thy  hand; 
And  let  its  fruit  and  verdure  be 

A  grateful  tribute,  Lord,  to  thee. 

Ao-W  Mystery.  b.  beddome. 

Wait,  O  my  soul  !  thy  Maker's  will; 
Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still ! 
Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise; 
His  ways  are  just,  his  counsels  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals; 
But,  though  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  In  heaven,  and  earth,  and  air,  and  seas, 
He  executes  his  firm  decrees; 

And  by  his  saints  it  stands  confessed, 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  best. 

4  Wait,  then,  my  soul !  submissive  wait, 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat ; 

And,  'mid  the  terrors  of  his  rod, 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 


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The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 

"With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 

And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 

Their  great  Original  proclaim: 

The  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 

Does  his  Creator's  power  display; 

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The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

2  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale; 
And  nightly,  to  the  listening  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth ; 
While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  What  though  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terrestrial  ball, — 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found, — 
In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 

And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  singiug  as  they  shine, — 
"The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 


AOt  In  the  Seasons.  p.  doddridge. 

Eternal  Source  of  every  joy, 

Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 

While  in  thy  temple  we  appear, 

To  hail  thee,  sovereign  of  the  year  I 

Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 

Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the  whole, 

The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 

And  darkness  when  to  vail  the  skies. 

2  The  flowery  spring  at  thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air,  adorns  the  land; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine, 

To  raise  the  corn,  to  cheer  the  vine. 
Thy  hand,  in  autumn,  richly  pours, 
Through  all  our  coasts  redundant  stores: 
And  winters,  softened  by  thy  care, 
Xo  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 

3  Seasons  and  months,  and  weeks  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise; 

And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 
Here  in  thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  Sabbaths  bless  our  .eyes, 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 


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While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power  ! 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled; 
Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed; 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar: 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed; 

That  mercy  I  adore. 

2  In  each  event  of  life  how  clear 
Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 

Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear 

Because  conferred  by  thee. 
In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

3  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 
Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill; 

Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 


My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
The  gathering  storm  shall  see; 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

AOO  Psalm  1 1 6.  I.  watts. 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God, 
For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? 

My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thine  house, 
My  offering  shall  be  paid; 

There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows, 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 
Thou  ever  blessed  God  I 

How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight  I 
How  precious  is  their  blood ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are  ! 
How  great  thy  grace  to  me  1 

My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 


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When  all  thy  mercies,  0  my  God ! 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  comforts,  to  my  soul, 
Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 

Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

3  When,  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth, 
With  heedless  steps,  I  ran, 

Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

JERUSALEM.    C.  M,  D. 


4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 
My  daily  thanks  employ; 

Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life, 
Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue; 

And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

6  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 
A  joyful  song  I'll  raise: 

For,  oh,  eternity 's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise  ! 

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Lord  !  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  thro'; 
Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand; 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand; 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great  ! 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 

Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

5  Oh,  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest; 

Xor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 


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Oh,  for  a  strong,  a  lasting  faith 
To  credit  what  the  Almighty  saith  ! 
To  embrace  the  message  of  his  Son ! 
And  call  the  joys  of  heaven  our  own  1 

2  Then,  should  the  earth's  old  pillars  shake, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break, 
Our  steady  souls  should  fear  no  mere 
Than  solid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 

Iwv  Unscarchableness.  e.  scott. 

What  finite  power,  with  ceaseless  toil, 
Can  fathom  the  eternal  Mind? 

Or  who  the  almighty  Three  in  One 
By  searching,  to  perfection  find? 

2  Angels  and  men  in  vain  may  raise, 
Harmonious  their  adoring  songs; 

The  laboring  thought  sinks  down,  opprest, 
And  praises  die  upon  their  tongues. 

3  Yet  would  I  lift  my  trembling  voice 
A  portion  of  his  ways  to  sing; 

And  mingling  with  his  meanest  work:;, 
My  humble,  grateful  tribute  bring. 


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Lord  of  all  being ;  throned  afar, 
Thy  glory  flames  from  sun  and  star; 
Centre  and  soul  of  every  sphere, 
Yet  to  each  loving  heart  how  near  I 

2  Sun  of  our  life,  thy  quickening  ray 
Sheds  on  our  path  the  glow  of  day; 
Star  of  our  hope,  thy  softened  light 
Cheers  the  long  watches  of  the  night. 

3  Our  midnight  is  thy  smile  withdrawn ; 
Our  noontide  is  thy  gracious  dawn ; 
Our  rainbow  arch  thy  mercy's  sign; 
All,  save  the  clouds  of  sin,  are  thine ! 

4  Lord  of  all  life,  below,  above, 

Whose  light  is  truth,  whose  warmth  is  love, 
Before  thy  ever-blazing  throne 
We  ask  no  lustre  of  our  own. 

5  Grant  us  thy  truth  to  make  us  free, 
And  kindling  hearts  that  burn  for  thee, 
Till  all  thy  living  altars  claim 

One  holy  light,  one  heavenly  flame  ! 

A"*^  Providence.  a.  Steele. 

Lord,  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways ! 
How  blind  are  we,  how  mean  our  praise ! 
Thy  steps  no  mortal  eyes  explore; 
'Tis  ours  to  wonder  and  adore. 

2  Great  God  !  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
What  in  futurity  shall  be; 
Let  light  and  bliss  attend  my  days, 
And  then  my  future  hours  be  praise. 


3  Are  darkness  and  distress  my  share  ? 
Give  me  to  trust  thy  guardian  care; 
Enough  for  me,  if  love  divine 

At  length  through  every  cloud  shall  shine. 

4  Yet  this  my  soul  desires  to  know, 
Be  this  my  only  wish  below; 

That  Christ  is  mine  ! — this  great  request, 
Grant,  bounteous  God,  and  I  am  blest. 

-Lt,e'  Sovereignty.  ray  palmer. 

Lord,  my  weak  thought  in  vain  would  climb 
To  search  the  starry  vault  profound; 

In  vain  would  wing  her  flight  sublime, 
To  find  creation's  outmost  bound. 

2  But  weaker  yet  that  thought  must  prove 
To  search  thy  great  eternal  plan, — 

Thy  sovereign  counsels,  born  of  love 
Long  ages  ere  the  world  began. 

3  When  my  dim  reason  would  demand 
Why  that,  or  this,  thou  dost  ordain, 

By  some  vast  deep  I  seem  to  stand, 
Whose  secrets  I  must  ask  in  vain. 

4  When  doubts  disturb  my  troubled  breast, 
And  all  is  dark  as  night  to  me, 

Here,  as  on  solid  rock,  I  rest; 
That  so  it  seemeth  good  to  thee. 

5  Be  this  my  joy,  that  evermore 
Thou  rulest  all  things  at  thy  will: 

Thy  sovereign  wisdom  I  adore, 

And  calmly,  sweetly,  trust  thee  still. 


74 


GOD:— THE  FATHER. 


LUTZEN,    CM. 


NICHOLAUS  HERMANN. 


1  I  '  I  I  I 


1.  The  Lord,  our  God,  is  full  of  might,  The  winds  o-bey  his  will;  He  speaks,-and;  in  his  heavenly  height  Jhe  rolling  son  stands  stiR 


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The  Lord,  our  God,  is  full  of  might, 

The  winds  obey  his  will ; 
He  speaks, — and,  in  his  heavenly  height, 

The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Jlebel,  ye  waves,  and  o'er  the  land 
With  threatning  aspect  roar; 

The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand, 
And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3  Howl,  winds  of  night,  your  force  combine : 
Without  his  high  behest, 

Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain  pine, 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar, 
In  distant  peals  it  dies; 

He  yokes  the  whirlwind  to  his  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations,  bend — in  reverence  bend; 
Ye  monarchs,  wait  his  nod, 

And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 
To  celebrate  your  God. 


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JLtf*'  Providence.  I.  WATTS. 

Keep  silence,  all  created  things ! 

And  wait  your  Maker's  nod; 
My  soul  stands  trembling,  while  she  sings 

The  honors  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 
Hang  on  his  firm  decree; 

He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 
And  makes  his  counsels  shine; 

Each  opening  leaf,  and  every  stroke, 
Fulfills  some  deep  design. 

4  My  God  !  I  would  not  long  to 
My  fate,  with  curious  eyes — 

What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 
Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 

5  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 
Oh,  may  I  find  my  name 

Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb. 


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Father  I  how  wide  thy  glory  shines  ! 

How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 

By  thousand  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power, 
Their  motions  speak  thy  skill; 

And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour, 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 

3  But,  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 
To  save  rebellious  worms, 

Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms, — 

4  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known; 
Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 

Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone, 
The  justice,  or  the  grace. 

5  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 
Adorn  the  heavenly  plains; 

Bright  seraphs  learn  Immanuel's  name, 
And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

6  Oh,  may  I  bear  some  humble  part, 
In  that  immortal  song; 

Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 

Atf  I  Goodness. — Ps.  145.  1.  watts. 

Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace, 

My  God,  my  heavenly  King; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 

In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 


2  God  reigns  on  high  ;  but  ne'er  confines 
His  goodness  to  the  skies: 

Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  shines 
And  every  want  supplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 
On  thee  for  daily  food; 

Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouth  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord  1 
How  slow  thine  auger  moves ! 

But  soon  he  sends  his  pardoning  word 
To  cheer  the  souls  he  loves. 

■*  "^  In  Nature.  a.  steel*. 

Lord,  when  my  raptured  thought  surveys 

Creation's  beauties  o'er, 
All  nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praise, 

And  bid  my  soul  adore. 

2  Where'er  I  turn  my  gazing  eyes, 
Thy  radiant  footsteps  shine; 

Ten  thousand  pleasing  wonders  rise, 
And  speak  their  source  divine. 

3  On  me  thy  providence  has  shone 
With  gentle  smiling  rays; 

Oh,  let  my  lips  and  life  make  known 
Thy  goodness  and  thy  praise. 

4  All-bounteous  Lord,  thy  grace  impart  I 
Oh,  teach  me  to  improve 

Thy  gifts  with  humble,  grateful  heart, 
And  crown  them  with  thy  love. 


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GOD:— THE  FATHER, 


DOWNS,    CM. 


LOWELL  MASON. 


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Love. 


G.   BURDER, 


Come,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 
And  raise  your  thoughts  above: 

Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord, 
To  sing  that  "  God  is  love." 

2  This  precious  truth  his  word  declares, 
And  all  his  mercies  prove; 

Jesus,  the  gift  of  gifts,  appears, 
To  show  that  "  God  is  love." 

3  Behold  his  patience,  bearing  long 
With  those  who  from  him  rove; 

Till  mighty  grace  their  hearts  subdues, 
To  teach  them — "God  is  love." 

4  Oh,  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 
This  best  of  blessings  prove; 

Till  warmer  hearts,  in  brighter  worlds, 
Proclaim  that  "God  is  love." 

6W  Omnipresence. — Ps.  139.        1.  watts. 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 

In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord !  or  flee 

The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thine  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 
My  rising  and  my  rest, 

My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 
Before  they're  formed  within; 

And,  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  Oh,  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high. 
Where  can  a  creature  hide? 

Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Enclosed  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 
And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 

To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secured  by  sovereign  love. 


In  Nature.  j.  keble. 

There  is  a  book  that  all  may  read, 
Which  heavenly  truth  imparts, 

And  all  the  lore  its  scholars  need, 
Pure  eyes  and  Christian  hearts. 

2  The  works  of  God  above,  below, 
Within  us  and  around, 

Are  pages  in  that  book,  to  show 
How  God  himself  is  found. 

3  The  glorious  sky,  embracing  all, 
Is  like  the  Maker's  love, 

Wherewith  encompassed,  great  and  small 
In  peace  and  order  move. 

4  The  dew  of  heaven  is  like  thy  grace, 
It  steals  in  silence  down; 

But  where  it  lights,  the  favored  place 
By  richest  fruits  is  known. 

5  Thou,  who  hast  given  me  eyes  to  see, 
And  love  this  sight  so  fair, 

Give  me  a  heart  to  find  out  thee, 
And  read  thee  everywhere. 

fc*\/fW  Omniscience. — Ps.  139.  1.  watts. 

Lord  !  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire, 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire — 

In  heaven  thy  glorious  throne. 

2  If,  winged  with  beams  of  morning  light, 
I  fly  beyond  the  west, 

■Thy  hand,  which  must  support  my  flight, 
Would  soon  betray  my  rest. 

3  If,  o'er  my  sins,  I  think  to  draw 
The  curtains  of  the  night, 

Those  flaming  eyes,  that  guard  thy  law, 
Would  turn  the  shades  to  light. 

4  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 
Are  both  alike  to  thee: 

Oh,  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  power, 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 


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O  God  !  we  praise  thee,  and  confess 

That  thou  the  only  Lord 
And  everlasting  Father  art, 

By  all  the  earth  adored. 

2  To  thee  all  angels  cry  aloud; 
To  thee  the  powers  on  high, 

Both  cherubim  and  seraphim, 
Continually  do  cry: — 

3  0  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
Whom  heavenly  hosts  obey, 

The  world  is  with  the  glory  filled 
Of  thy  majestic  sway  ! 

4  The  apostles'  glorious  company, 
And  prophets  crowned  with  light, 

"With  all  the  martyrs'  noble  host, 
Thy  constant  praise  recite. 

5  The  holy  church  throughout  the  world, 
0  Lord,  confesses  thee, 

That  thou  the  eternal  Father  art, 
Of  boundless  majesty. 


904. 

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Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 

And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made: 

Thou  art  J:he  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 
Stands  present  in  thy  view; 


To  thee  there's 
Great  God ! 


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4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 
And  vexed  with  trifling  cares; 

While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

5  Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 
What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 


DUNDEE.    C,  M, 


GUILLAUME  FRANC. 


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M\)0  Perfections. 

I  sing  the  almighty  power  cf  God, 
That  made  the  mountains  rise, 

That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

1  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordained 
The  sun  to  rule  the  day; 

The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

2  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
That  filled  the  earth  with  food; 

lie  formed  the  creatures  with  his  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

Lord  !  how  thy  wonders  are  displayed 
Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye ! 

If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  sky  ! 

3  There's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below 
But  makes  thy  glories  known; 

And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow 

By  order  from  thy  throne. 
Creatures  that  borrow  life  from  thee 

Are  subject  to  thy  care ; 
There's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee, 

But  G  od  is  present  there. 

w"0  Mystery.  j.  fawcett. 

Thy  way,  O  Lord,  is  in  the  sea; 

Thy  paths  I  cannot  trace, 
Kor  comprehend  the  mystery 

Of  thine  unbounded  grace. 


As,  through  a  glass,  I  dimly  see 
The  wonders  of  thy  love  ; 

How  little  do  I  know  of  thee, 
Or  of  the  joys  above  ! 

2  'Tis  but  in  part  I  know  thy  will; 

I  bless  thee  for  the  sight: 
When  will  thy  love  the  rest  reveal, 

In  glory's  clearer  light  ? 
With  rapture  shall  I  then  survey 

Thy  providence  and  grace; 
And  spend  an  everlasting  day 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


Omniscience. — Ps.  139.       j.  Thompson. 


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Jehovah  God  !  thy  gracious  power 

On  every  hand  we  see; 
Oh,  may  the  blessings  of  each  hour 

Lead  all  our  thoughts  to  thee. 
Thy  power  is  in  the  ocean  deeps, 

And  reaches  to  the  skies; 
Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps, 

Thy  goodness  never  dies. 

2  From  morn  till  noon,  till  latest  eve, 

The  hand  of  God  we  see; 
And  all  the  blessings  we  receive, 

Ceaseless  proceed  from  thee. 
In  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time, 

On  thee  our  hopes  depend; 
In  every  age,  in  every  clime, 

Our  Father  and  our  Friend. 


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Begin,  my  tongue,  some  heavenly  theme, 
And  speak  some  boundless  thing; 

The  mighty  works  or  mightier  name 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulness, 
And  sound  his  power  abroad; 

Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  His  very  word  of  grace  is  strong, 
As  that  which  built  the  skies; 

The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along, 
Speaks  all  the  promises. 

4  Oh,  might  I  hear  thy  heavenly  tongue 
But  whisper,  "Thou  art  mine  !" 

Those  gentle  words  should  raise  my  song 
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Providence. 


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209 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 

His  wonders  to  perform ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 

And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 
Of  never-failing  skill, 

He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take  ! 
The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 

Are  big  with  mercy,  and  will  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 


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4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
But  trust  him  for  his  grace; 

Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 
Unfolding  every  hour; 

The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain; 

God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

210 

WAV  Holiness.  j.  needham. 

Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 

Of  our  eternal  King, 
Thrice  holy  Lord  !  the  angels  cry; 

Thrice  holy  !  let  us  sing. 

2  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind, 
Pay,  0  my  soul !  to  God; 

Lift  with  thy  hands  a  holy  heart 
To  his  sublime  abode. 

3  With  sacred  awe  pronounce  his  name, 
Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach; 

A  broken  heart  shall  please  him  more 
Than  the  best  forms  of  speech. 

4  Thou  holy  God  !  preserve  our  souls 
From  all  pollution  free; 

The  pure  in  heart  are  thy  delight, 
And  they  thy  face  shall  see. 


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Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  thee 

For  the  bliss  thy  love  bestows; 
For  the  pardoning  grace  that  saves  me, 

And  the  peace  that  from  it  flows: 
Help,  0  God,  my  weak  endeavor; 

This  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise; 
Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 

Can  my  soul  be  warmed  to  praise. 

2  Fraise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought  thee, 
Wretched  wanderer,  far  astray; 

Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brought  thee 
From  the  paths  of  death  away; 

Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 
Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear, 

And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 
Bade  the  blood-stained  cross  appear. 

3  Ford,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 
Vainly  would  my  lips  express: 

Low  before  thy  footstool  kneeling, 
Deign  thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless; 

Let  thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 
Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise; 

And,  since  words  can  never  measure, 
Let  my  life  show  forth  thy  praise. 


911 

mi  -l  A  Holiness.  r.  mant. 

Lord,  thy  glory  fills'the  heaven; 

Earth  is  with  its  fullness  stored; 
Unto  thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Heaven  is  still  with  anthems  ringing; 

Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  singing, 

Lord  of  hosts,  thou  Lord  most  high. 

2  Ever  thus  in  God's  high  praises, 
Brethren,  let  our  tongues  unite, 

"While  our  thoughts  his  greatness  raises, 
And  our  love  his  gifts  excite: 

"With  his  seraph  train  before  him, 
With  his  holy  church  below, 

Thus  unite  we  to  adore  him, 
Bid  we  thus  our  anthem  flow. 

3  Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven, 
Earth  is  with  its  fullness  stored; 

Unto  thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 
Thus  thy  glorious  name  confessing, 

We  adopt  the  angels'  cry, 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  blessing 

Thee,  the  Lord  our  God  most  high ! 


Grace. 


ATTRIBUTES. 


81 


VESPEE  HYMN.    8s,  7a.  D. 


lowell  mason,  arr. 


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God,  my  King,  thy  might  confessing, 

Ever  will  I  bless  thy  name; 
Day  by  day  thy  throne  addressing, 

Still  will  I  thy  praise  proclaim. 

2  Nor  shall  fail  from  memory's  treasure, 
Works  by  love  and  mercy  wrought — 

Works  of  love  surpassing  measure, 
Works  of  mercy  passing  thought. 

3  Full  of  kindness  and  compassion, 
Slow  of  anger,  vast  in  love, 

God  is  good  to  all  creation; 

All  his  works  his  goodness  prove. 

4  All  thy  works,  O  Lord,  shall  bless  thee, 
Thee  shall  all  thy  saints  adore; 

King  supreme  shall  they  -confess  thee, 
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There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy, 
Like  the  wideness  of  the  sea: 

There's  a  kindness  in  his  justice, 
Which  is  more  than  liberty. 

2  There  is  welcome  for  the  sinner, 
And  more  graces  for  the  good; 

There  is  mercy  with  the  Saviour; 
There  is  healing  in  his  blood. 

3  For  the  love  of  God  is  broader 
Than  the  measure  of  man's  mind; 

And  the  heart  of  the  Eternal 
Is  most  wonderfully  kind. 

4  If  our  love  were  but  more  simple, 
We  should  take  him  at  his  word; 

And  our  lives  would  be  all  sunshine 
In  the  sweetness  of  our  Lord. 


ST.  CHAD.    8s,  7s.  D. 


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&  J-»J  "^  Mighty  Fortress."  f.  h.  hedge,  *r. 

A  mighty  fortress  is  our  God, 

A  bulwark  never  failing: 
Our  Helper  he,  amid  the  flood 

Of  mortal  ills  prevailing. 
For  still  our  ancient  foe 
Doth  seek  to  work  his  woe; 
His  craft  and  power  are  great, 
And  armed  with  cruel  hate, 

On  earth  is  not  his  equal. 

2  Did  we  in  our  own  strength  confide, 
Our  striving  would  be  losing; 

Were  not  the  right  man  on  our  side, 
The  man  of  God's  own  choosing. 

Dost  ask  who  that  may  be  ? 

Christ  Jesus,  it  is  he; 

Lord  Sabaoth  is  his  name, 

From  age  to  age  the  same, 
And  he  must  win  the  battle. 

3  And  though  this  world,  with  devils  filled, 
Should  threaten  to  undo  us; 

We  will  not  fear,  for  God  hath  willed 
His  truth  to  triumph  through  us. 

The  prince  of  darkness  grim, — 

We  tremble  not  for  him ; 

His  rage  we  can  endure, 

For  lo  1  his  doom  is  sure, — 
One  little  word  shall  fell  nim ! 


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No  thanks  to  them — abideth; 

The  Spirit  and  the  gifts  are  ours 
Through  him  who  with  us  sideth. 

Let  goods  and  kindred  go, 

This  mortal  life  also: 

The  body  they  may  kill: 

God's  truth  abideth  still, 
His  kingdom  is  for  ever. 

wlU  "  God  alone.""  h.  w.  eakeR. 

Rejoice  to-day  with  one  accord, 

Sing  out  with  exultation; 
Itejoice  and  praise  our  mighty  Lord, 

Whose  arm  hath  brought  salvation; 
His  works  of  love  proclaim 
The  greatness  of  his  name; 
For  he  is  God  alone, 
Who  hath  his  mercy  shown ; 

Let  all  his  saints  adore  him. 
2  When  in  distress  to  him  we  cried, 

He  heard  our  sad  complaining; 
Oh,  trust  in  him,  whate'er  betide, 

His  love  is  all  sustaining; 
Triumphant  songs  of  praise 
'  To  him  our  hearts  shall  raise; 
]Sow  every  voice  shall  say, 
"Oh,  praise  our  God  alway;" 

Let  all  his  saints  adore  him. 


ATTRIBUTES. 


83 


NUN  DANKET.    P.  M. 


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Now  thank  we  all  our  God, 

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Who  wondrous  things  hath  done, 

In  whom  the  world  rejoices  ; 
Who  from  our  mother's  arms 

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2  Oh,  may  this  bounteous  God 

Through  all  our  lite  be  near  us, 
With  ever  joyful  hearts 

And  blessed  peace  to  cheer  us; 
To   keep  us  in  his  grace, 

And  guide  us  when  perplexed, 
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In  this  world  and  the  next. 

wl*  Eternity.  c    winkworth,  /r. 

O  thou  essential  Word, 

Who  wast  from  everlasting 
With  God,  for  thou  wast  God; 

On  thee  our  burden  casting, 
0  Saviour  of  our  race, 

Welcome  indeed  thou  art, 
Redeemer,  Fount  of  Grace, 

To  this  my  longing  heart. 

2  Come,  self-existent  Word, 
And  speak  thou  in  my  spirit; 

The  soul  where  thou  art  heard, 
Doth  endless  peace  inherit. 
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Thou  Light  that  lightenest  all, 
Abide  through  faith  in  me, 

Nor  let  me  from  thee  fall, 
Nor  seek  a  guide  but  thee. 


£  A  «7  Beneficence. 

To  thee,  0  God,  we  raise 

Our  voice  in  choral  singing  ; 
We  come  with  prayer  and  praise, 

Our  hearts'  oblations  bringing; 
Thou  art  our  fathers'  God, 

And  ever  shalt  be  ours; 
Our  lips  and  lives  shall  laud 

Thy  name,  with  all  our  powers. 

2  Thy  goodness,  like  the  dew 
On  Hermon's  hill  descending, 

Is  every  morning  new, 

And  tells  of  love  unending. 

We  bless  thy  tender  care 
That  led  our  wayward  feet, 

Past  every  fatal  snare, 

To  streams  and  pastures  sweet. 

3  We  bless  thy  Son,  who  bore 
The  cross,  for  sinners  dying; 

Thy  Spirit  we  adore, 

The  precious  blood  applying. 
Let  work  and  worship  send 

Their  incense  unto  thee; 
Till  song  and  service  blend, 

Beside  the  crystal  sea. 


A.  T.  PIERSON 


84 


GOD:— THE   FATHER, 


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Holy  Father,  hear  my  cry; 

Holy  Saviour,  bend  thine  ear; 
Holy  Spirit,  come  thou  nigh: 

Father,  Saviour,  Spirit,  hear  ! 
Father,  save  me  from  my  sin; 

Saviour,  I  thy  mercy  crave; 
Gracious  Spirit,  make  me  clean: 

Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  save  I 

2  Father,  let  me  taste  thy  love; 

Saviour,  fill  my  soul  with  peace; 
Spirit,  come  my  heart  to  move: 

Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  bless  I 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit — thou 

One  Jehovah,  shed  abroad 
All  thy  grace  within  me  now; 

Be  my  Father  and  my  God  I 


Lightly  by  the  world  esteemed, 
From  that  world  by  thee  redeemed, 
Sing  we  here  with  glad  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

3  Holy,  holy,  holy !  all 

Heaven's  triumphant  choir  shall  sing, 
While  the  ransomed  nations  fall 

At  the  footstool  of  their  King: 
Then  shall  saints  and  seraphim, 
Harps  and  voices,  swell  one  hymn, 
Blending  in  sublime  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 


Divine  Presence. 


J.  MONTGOMERY. 


&  a  1  "  Holy,  holy,  holy." 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 

God  of  Hosts!  when  heaven  and  earth, 
Out  of  darkness,  at  thy  word 

Issued  into  glorious  birth, 
All  thy  works  before  thee  stood, 
And  thine  eye  beheld  them  good, 
While  they  sung  with  sweet  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

2  Holy,  holy,  holy !  thee, 

One  Jehovah  evermore, 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit !  we, 

Dust  and  ashes,  would  adore: 


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Lord  of  earth  !  thy  forming  hand 
Well  this  beauteous  frame  hath  planned ; 
Woods  that  wave,  and  hills  that  tower, 
Ocean  rolling  in  his  power: 
Yet,  amid  this  scene  so  fair, 
Should  I  cease  thy  smile  to  share, 
What  were  all  its  joys  to  me? 
Whom  have  I  on  earth  but  thee? 

2  Lord  of  heaven  !  beyond  our  sight 
Shines  a  world  of  purer  light ; 
There  in  love's  unclouded  reign 
Parted  hands  shall  meet  again: 
Oh,  that  world  is  passing  fair  1 
Yet,  if  thou  wert  absent  there, 
What  were  all  its  joys  to  me? 
Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  thee? 


ATTRIBUTES. 


85 


ITALIAN  HYMN.    6s,  4s,  _ 


F.  GIARDINI. 


1.  Come,  thou  almighty  King,  Help  ns  thy  name  to  sing,  Help  ns  to  praise : 


Father !  all-glorious,  { 

O'er  ali  vic-to-rious,  )  Come,  and  reign  over  us.  Ancient  of  Days. 


&&0  "  One  in  Three.  C.  WESL 

Come,  thou  almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise: 
Father !  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  Days  1 

2  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword; 

Our  prayer  attend; 
Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success — 
Spirit,  of  holiness ! 

On  us  descend. 
ELLACOMBE.    7s,  6s.  D, 


3  Come,  holy  Comforter  ! 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

In  this  glad  hour: 
Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Kow  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power ! 

4  To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore  1 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 


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&  ** *  "Show  mercy." — Ps.  67.  i 

0  God,  to  us  show  mercy, 

And  bless  us  in  thy  grace; 
Cause  thou  to  shine  upon  us 

The  brightness  of  thy  face: 
That  so  throughout  all  nations 

Thy  way  may  be  well  known, 
And  unto  every  people 

Thy  saving  health  be  shown. 


2  0  God,  let  people  praise  thee, 
Let  all  the  people  praise; 

Oh,  let  the  nations  joyful 

Their  songs  of  gladness  raise: 

For  thou  shalt  judge  the  people 
In  truth  and  righteousness; 

And  on  the  earth  all  nations 
Shall  thy  just  rire  confess. 

3  0  God,  let  people  praise  thee; 
Thy  praises  let  them  sing; 

And  then  in  rich  abundance 
The  earth  her  fruit  shall  bring: 

The  Lord  our  God  shall  bless  us, 
God  shall  his  blessing  send; 

And  people  all  shall  fear  him 
To  earth's  remotest  end. 


86 


GOD:  — THE    FATHER, 


Arf/WtF  8s,  7s.         Wisdom  and  Love.  j.  bowring. 

God  is  love  ;  his  mercy  brightens 
All  the  path  in  which  we  rove  ; 

Bliss  he  wakes  and  woe  he  lightens ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever ; 
Man  decays,  and  ages  move ; 

But  his  mercy  waneth  never  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  Ev'n  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth, 
Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove  ; 

From  the  gloom  his  brightness  streameth ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 
Hope  and  comfort  from  above; 

Everywhere  his  glory  shineth  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 


H.    W.  BAKER. 


226 

'•'•vr   l.  m.  1  he  Trinity. 

Blest  Trinity  !  from  mortal  sight 
Vailed  in  thine  own  eternal  light ! 
We  thee  confess,  in  thee  believe  ; 
To  thee  with  loving  hearts  we  cleave. 

2  0  Father  !  thou  Most  Holy  One  ! 
O  God  of  God  !  Eternal  Son  ! 

O  Holy  Ghost !  thou  Love  Divine  ! 
To  join  them  both  is  ever  thine. 

3  The  Father  is  in  God  the  Son, 
And  with  the  Father  he  is  one  ; 
In  both  the  Spirit  doth  abide, 
And  with  them  both  is  glorified. 

4  Eternal  Father  !  thee  we  praise  ; 
To  thee,  O  Son  !  our  hymns  we  raise  ; 
O  Holy  Ghost !  we  thee  adore  ! 

One  mighty  God  for  evermore. 

&**  •    CM.  61.        Omnipresence.  j.  conder. 

Beyond,  beyond  the  boundless  sea, 

Above  that  dome  of  sky, 
Further  than  thought  itself  can  flee, 

Thy  dwelling  is  on  high  : 
Yet  dear  the  awful  thought  to  me, 

That  thou,  my  God  !  art  nigh : — 

2  Art  nigh,  and  yet  my  laboring  mind 

Feels  after  thee  in  vain — 
Thee  in  these  works  of  power  to  find, 

Or  to  thy  seat  attain  ; 
Thy  messenger — the  stormy  wind ; 

Thy  path — the  trackless  main. 


3  These  speak  of  thee  with  loud  acclaim; 
They  thunder  forth  thy  praise — 

The  glorious  honor  of  thy  name, 

The  wonders  of  thy  ways; 
But  thou  art  not  in  tempest-flame, 

Nor  in  the  noon-day  blaze. 

4  We  hear  thy  voice,  when  thunders  roll 
Through  the  wide  fields  of  air  : 

The  waves  obey  thy  dread  control ; 

Yet  still  thou  art  not  there  : 
Where  shall  I  find  him,  O  my  soul ! 

Who  yet  is  everywhere  % 

5  Oh,  not  in  circling  depth  or  height, 
But,  in  the  conscious  breast, 

Present  to  faith,  though  vailed  from  sight, 

There  doth  his  Spirit  rest : 
Oh,  come,  thou  Presence  infinite ! 

And  make  thy  creature  blest. 


P.  DODDRIDGE 


&  &  ™  L.  M.  Goodness. 

Triumphant  Lord,  thy  goodness  reigns 
Through  all  the  wide  celestial  plains  ; 
And  its  full  streams  unceasing  flow 
Down  to  the  abodes  of  men  below. 

2  Through  nature's  work  its  glories  shine; 
The  cares  of  providence  are  thine  ; 
And  grace  erects  our  ruined  frame 

A  fairer  temple  to  thy  name. 

3  Oh,  give  to  every  human  heart 

To  taste,  and  feel  how  good  thou  art; 
With  grateful  love  and  reverent  fear, 
To  know  how  blest  thy  children  are. 

«««f   L.  M.  Glory.  T.  BLACKLOCK. 

Come,  O  my  soul !  in  sacred  lays 
Attempt  thy  great  Creator's  praise  : 
But,  oh,  what  tongue  can  speak  his  fame  ? 
What  mortal  verse  can  reach  the  theme  % 

2  Enthroned  amid  the  radiant  spheres, 
He  glory  like  a  garment  wears ; 

To  form  a  robe  of  light  divine, 

Ten  thousand  suns  around  him  shine. 

3  In  all  our  Maker's  grand  designs, 
Almighty  power  with  wisdom  shines ; 
His  works  thro'  all  this  wondrous  frame, 
Declare  the  glory  of  his  name. 

4  Raised  on  devotion's  lofty  wing, 
Do  thou,  my  sou),  his  glories  sing ; 
And  let  his  praise  employ  thy  tongue, 
Till  listening  worlds  shall  join  the  song! 


ATTRIBUTES. 


87 


£di)  H.  M.  The  Trinity  I.  watts. 

We  give  immortal  praise 

For  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  our  comforts  here, 

And  better  hopes  above  : 
He  sent  his  own  eternal  Son 
To  die  for  sins  that  we  had  done. 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too, 

Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 

From  everlasting  woe  : 
And  now  he  lives,  and  now  he  reigns, 
And  sees  the  fruit  of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 
Immortal  worship  give, 

Whose  new-creating  power 

Makes  the  dead  sinner  live : 
His  work  completes  the  great  design, 
And  fills  the  soul  with  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God  !  to  thee 
Be  endless  honors  done, 

The  undivided  Three, 

The  great  and  glorious  One: 
Where  reason  fails,  with  all  her  powers, 
There  faith  prevails,  and  love  adores. 


J.  YOUNG. 


*•*&>*>  h.  m.  Love* 

Oh,  for  a  shout  of  joy, 

Worthy  the  theme  we  singj 
To  this  divine  employ 

Our  hearts  and  voices  bring  ; 
Sound,  sound,  thro'  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  love,  the  eternal  love  of  God. 

2  Unnumbered  myriads  stand, 
Of  seraphs  bright  and  fair, 

Or  bow  at  thy  right  hand, 

And  pay  their  homage  there ; 
But  strive  in  vain  with  loudest  chord, 
To  sound  thy  wondrous  love,0  Lord. 

3  Yet  sinners  saved  by  grace, 
In  songs  of  lower  key, 

In  every  age  and  place, 

Have  sung  the  mystery, — 
Have  told  in  strains  of  sweet  accord, 
Thy  love,  thy  sovereign  love,  O  Lord. 

4  Though  earth  and  hell  assail, 
And  doubts  and  fears  arise, 

The  weakest  shall  prevail, 

And  grasp  the  heavenly  prize, 
And  through  an  endless  age  record 
Thy  love,  thy  changeless  love,  0  Lord. 


-Ps.  ll 


T.  STERNHOLD. 


wdl  c,  M.  Majesty.- 

The  Lord  descended  from  above, 
And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high : 

And  underneath  his  feet  he  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherub  and  on  cherubim, 
Full  royally  he  rode  ; 

And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 
Their  fury  to  restrain  ; 

And  he,  as  sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reign. 

4  The  Lord  will  give  his  people  strength, 
Whereby  they  shall  increase  ; 

And  he  will  bless  his  chosen  flock 
With  everlasting  peace. 

5  Give  glory  to  his  awful  name, 
And  honor  him  alone ; 

Give  worship  to  his  majesty, 
"Upon  his  holy  throne. 


™*J*J  L.M.  Grace. — .Ps.  138.  1.  watts. 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue 

1  '11  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song  : 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise, 
Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise. 

2  I  '11  sing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord ; 
I  ;il  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  word ; 
Not  all  the  works  and  names  below, 
So  much  thy  power  and  glory  show. 

3  To  God  I  cried  when  troubles  rose  ; 
He  heard  me,  and  subdued  my  foes  ; 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 

And  strength  diffused  thro'  all  my  soul. 

4  Amidst  a  thousand  snares  I  stand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

5  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  save  from  sorrows  and  from  sins ; 
The  work  that  wisdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 


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THE  LORD  JESUS  CHRIST. 


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Glory  be  to  God  most  high !" 

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Till  it  cover  all  the  earth. 


WW*  "  Those  holy  Voices''        j.  cawood. 

Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  warbling  in  the  skies? 

Sure,  the  angelic  host  rejoices — 
Loudest  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 
Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy; — 

"Glory  in  the  highest,  glory; 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! 

3  "  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven, 
Reaching  far  as  man  is  found; 

Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven; — 
Loud  our  golden  narps  shall  sound. 


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INCARNATION    AND    BIRTH. 


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beat  shore: 
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Of  that  new  life  when  sin  shall  be  no 
more. — Cho. 

2   Onward  we  go,  for  still  we  hear  thern  sing- 
ing, 
11  Come,  weary  souls,  for  Jesus  bids  you 
come : " 

And,  through  the  dark  its  echoes  sweetly 
ringing, 


The  music  of  the  gospel  leads  us  home. — 
Cho. 

3  Far,  far  away,  like  bells  at  evening  pealing, 
The  voice  of  Jesus  sounds  o'er  land  and  sea, 

And  laden  souls  by  thousands  meekly  steal- 
ing 
Kind  Shepherd,  turn  their  weary  steps  to 
thee. — Cho. 

4  Angels,  sing  on !   your  faithful  watches 

keeping; 
Singus  sweet  fragments  of  the  songs  above, 
Till  morning's  joy  shall  end  the  night  of 
weepiug, 
And  life's  long  shadows  break  in  cloud- 
less love. — Cho. 


I.  WATTS. 


wOU  cm.  Psalm  ^i. 

Joy  to  the  world, — the  Lord  is  come; 

Let  earth  receive  her  King; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 

And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 
2  Joy  to  the  earth, — the  Saviour  reigns; 

Let  men  their  songs  employ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and 

Repeat  the  sounding  joy.  [plains, 


3  Xo  more  let  sin  and  sorrow  grow, 
Xor  thorns  infest  the  ground, 

He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow, 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 

The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 


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To  us  a  Child  cf  hope  is  born ; 
To  us  a  Son  is  g;iven; 


The  Wonderful,  the  Counselor, 
The  great  and  mighty  Lord  ! 


Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey,  3  His  power  increasing  still  shall  spread, 
Him  all  the  hosts  of  heaven.  His  reign  no  end  shall  know: 

2  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  cf  Peace,  Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above, 
For  evermore  adored,  And  peace  abound  below. 


CHRISTMAS.    CM. 


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The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "Fear  not,"  said  he, — for  mighty  dread 
Had  seized  their  troubled  mind, — 

"Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring, 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  "To  you  in  David's  town  this  day, 
Is  born  of  David's  line, 

The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ,  the  Lord, 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign : — 


4  "The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find 
To  human  view  displayed, 

All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph — and  forthwith 
Appeared  a  shining  throng 

Of  angels,  praising  God,  who  thus 
Addressed  their  joyful  song: — 

6  "All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
And  to  the  earth  be  peace; 

Good-will  henceforth  from  heaven  to  men 
Begin,  and  never  cease ! " 


INCARNATION   AND   BIRTH, 


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3  Good-will  to  men;  ye  fallen  race  ! 
Arise,  and  shout  for  joy; 

He  comes,  with  rich  abounding  grace 
To  save  and  not  destroy. 

4  Lord  !  send  the  gracious  tidings  forth, 
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Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night, 
Come  heaven's  melodious  strains, 

Where  wild  Judea  stretches  far 
Her  silver-mantled  plains. 

2  Celestial  choirs,  from  courts  above, 
Shed  sacred  glories  there, 

And  angels,  with  their  sparkling  lyres, 
Make  music  on  the  air. 

3  The  answering  hills  of  Palestine 
Send  back  the  glad  reply; 


And  greet,  from  all  their  holy  heights, 
The  day-spring  from  on  high. 

4  O'er  the  blue  depths  of  Galilee 
There  comes  a  holier  calm, 

And  Sharon  waves,  in  solemn  praise, 
Her  silent  groves  of  palm. 

5  "Glory  to  God  !"  the  sounding  skies 
Loud  with  their  anthems  ring — 

"Peace  to  the  earth,  good-will  to  men, 
From  heaven's  eternal  Kingl" 


THE  LORD  JESUS   CHRIST. 


fiOLID  ROOK.    L,  M.  D. 


W.  B.  BRADBURY. 


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I      One     star  a  -  lone    of  all  the  train,     Oanfix  the  sinner's  wandering 

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When,  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 
Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, — 

It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

2  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 

The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 
Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 

3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all; 
It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease, 

And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

Now  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 
I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 

For  ever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star,  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 


ST.  ALB  OT.    L.  M, 


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^aiW  " Prince  of  Salem."        t.  campbell. 

When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still, 
And  silence  slept  on  Zion's  hill; 
When  Salem's  shepherds  thro'  the  night 
Watched  o'er  their  flocks  by  starry  light; 

2  Hark  !  from  the  midnight  hills  around, 
A  voice  of  more  than  mortal  sound 

In  distant  hallelujahs  stole,. 

Wild  murmuring  o'er  the  raptured  soul. 

3  On  wheels  of  light,  on  wings  of  flame, 
The  glorious  hosts  to  Zion  came; 

High  heaven  with  songs  of  triumph  rung, 
While  thus  they  struck  their  harps  and  sung: 

4  "OZion!  lift  thy  raptured  eye ; 
The  long  expected  hour  is  nigh: 
The  joys  of  nature  rise  again, 

The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign. 

5  "  He  comes  to  cheer  the  trembling  heart, 
Bids  Satan  and  his  host  depart; 

Again  the  Daystar  gilds  the  gloom, 
Again  the  bowers  of  Eden  bloom." 

6  O  Zion  !  lift  thy  raptured  eye; 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh; 
The  joys  of  nature  rise  again: 

The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign. 

ST.  alban's  tune  book. 


1.  When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still 


And  silence  slept  on  Zion  s 


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NCARNATION   AND   BIRTH. 


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HARMONY  GROVE,    L.  M. 

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243 

All  praise  to  thee,  eternal  Lord, 
Clothed  in  a  garb  of  flesh  and  blood; 
Choosing  a  manger  for  thy  throne, 
While  worlds  on  worlds  are  thine  alone  ! 

2  Once  did  the  skies  before  thee  bow; 
A  virgin's  arms  contain  thee  now; 
Angels,  who  did  in  thee  rejoice, 

Now  listen  for  thice  infant  voice. 

3  A  little  child,  thou  art  our  guest, 
That  weary  ones  in  thee  may  rest; 
Forlorn  and  lowly  is  thy  birth, 

That  we  may  rise  to  heaven  from  earth. 

4  Thou  comest  in  the  darksome  night 
To  make  us  children  of  the  light; 

To  make  us,  in  the  realms  divine, 
Like  thine  own  angels  round  thee  shine. 

5  All  this  for  us  thy  love  hath  done; 
By  this  to  thee  our  love  is  won; 

For  this  we  tune  our  cheerful  lays, 

And  shout  our  thanks  in  ceaseless  praise. 


Incarnation. 


244 

Before  the  heavens  were  spread  abroad, 
From  everlasting  was  the  Word; 

With  God  he  was,  the  Word  was  Godl 
And  must  divinely  be  adored. 

2  Ere  sin  was  born,  or  Satan  fell, 
He  led  the  host  of  morning  stars: 

His  generation  who  can  tell, 

Or  count  the  number  of  his  years  ? 

3  But  lo,  he  leaves  those  heavenly  forms: 
The  Word  descends  and  dwells  in  clay, 

That  he  may  converse  hold  with  worms, 
Dressed  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  they. 

4  Mortals  with  joy  behold  his  face, 
The  eternal  Father's  only  Son: 

How  full  of  truth,  how  full  of  grace, 
When  in  his  eyes  the  Godhead  shone  I 

5  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode, 
To  learn  new  mysteries  here,  and  tell 

The  love  of  our  descending  God, 
The  glories  of  Immanuel. 


GALILEE,    L,  M, 


RICHARD  LANGDON. 


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"Glory  to  the  new-born  King; 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled  I" 
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Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies; 
With  the  angelic  host  proclaim, 
Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem  1 

2  Christ,  by  highest  heaven  adored; 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord; 

Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  the  Yirgin's  womb: 
Tailed  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see; 
Hail  the  incarnate  Deity, 
Pleased  as  man  with  men  to  dwell; 
Jesus,  our  Immanuel ! 

3  Hail  1  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Hail  the  Sun  of  Righteousness  I 

Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 
Risen  with  healing  in  his  wings: 
Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die: 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth, 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 


rfW'xt)  "  The  Christ  of  God"  h.  bonar. 

He  has  come  !  the  Christ  of  God 
Left  for  us  his  glad  abode; 
Stooping  from  his  throne  of  bliss, 
To  this  darksome  wilderness. 
He  has  come  1  the  Prince  of  Peace; 
Come  to  bid  our  sorrows  cease; 
Come  to  scatter  with  his  light 
All  the  shadows  of  our  night. 

2  He  the  mighty  King  has  come  1 
Making  this  poor  earth  his  home; 
Come  to  bear  our  sin's  sad  load; 
Son  of  David,  Son  of  God  1 

He  has  come,  whose  name  of  grace 
Speaks  deliverance  to  our  race; 
Left  for  us  his  glad  abode; 
Son  of  Mary,  Son  of  God  I 

3  Unto  us  a  child  is  born ! 
Ne'er  has  earth  beheld  a  morn, 
Among  all  the  morns  of  time, 
Half  so  glorious  in  its  prime. 
Unto  us  a  Son  is  given ! 

He  has  come  from  God's  own  heaven, 
Bringing  with  him  from  above 
Holy  peace  and  holy  love. 


INCARNATION   AND   BIRTH. 


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How  his  people  with  joy  everlasting  are 
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Cho. — Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 

Cho. — Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 
3  Mortals,    your    homage    be   gratefully 
bringing, 
And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna 
arise ; 
Ye  angels,  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing; 
One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth 
and  the  skies. 
Cho. — Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 


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THE    LORD    JESUS    CHRIST 


<^4:0  c#  M.  D.     u Tk6  Agio/Gold."         e.  h.  sears. 

It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear, 

That  glorious  song  of  old, 
From  angels  bending  near  the  earth 

To  touch  their  harps  of  gold  ; 
"  Peace  to  the  earth,  good-will  to  man, 

From  heaven's  all-gracious  King  :  n 
The  earth  in  solemn  stillness  lay, 

To  hear  the  angels  sing. 

2  Still   through   the  cloven   skies  they 
With  peaceful  wings  unfurled j  [come, 

And  still  celestial  music  floats 

O'er  all  the  weary  world ; 
Above  its  sad  and  lowly  plains 

They  bend  on  heavenly  wing, 
And  ever  o'er  its  Babel  sounds, 

The  blessed  angels  sing. 

3  0  ye,  beneath  life's  crushing  load, 
Whose  forms  are  bending  low, 

Who  toil  along  the  climbing  way, 
With  painful  steps  and  slow ; — 

Look  up  !  for  glad  and  golden  hours 
Come  swiftly  on  the  wing ; 

Oh,  rest  beside  the  weary  road, 
And  hear  the  angels  sing  ! 

4  For  lo  !  the  days  are  hastening  on, 
By  prophet-bards  foretold, 

When  with  the  ever-circling  years 
Comes  round  the  age  of  gold  ! 

When  peace  shall  over  all  the  earth 
Its  final  splendors  fling, 

And  the  whole  world  send  back  the  song 
Which  now  the  angels  sing  ! 

WTv  7s,  d.      "All  hail  the  morn!"  German. 

Hail  the  night,  all  hail  th )  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born  ! 
When,  amid  the  wakeful  fold, 
Tidings  good  the  angels  told. 
Now  our  solemn  chant  we  raise 
Duly  to  the  Saviour's  praise  ; 
Now  with  carol  hymns  we  bless 
Christ  the  Lord,  our  righteousness. 

2  While  resounds  the  joyful  cry, 
"  Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
Peace  on  earth,  good-will  to  men !  n 
Gladly  we  respond,  "  Amen  !  " 
Thus  we  greet  this  holy  day, 
Pouring  forth  our  festive  lay  ; 
Thus  we  tell,  with  saintly  mirth, 
Of  Immanuel's  wondrous  birth. 


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Ut9\J  iISi  IoSt     "Starof  the  East."  R.  HEBER. 

Brightest  and   best  of  the  sons  of  the 
morning ! 
Dawn   on  our   darkness  and   lend  us 
thine  aid  ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is 
laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are 

shining ; 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of 

the  stall : 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of 

all! 

3  Say  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  de- 

votion, 
Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine  ? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the 
ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from 
the  mine  f 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure: 

Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration ; 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the 
poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 

morning  ! 
Dawn  on   our  darkness   and  lend  us 
thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is 
laid. 
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God  with  us  !   oh,  glorious  name  ! 
Let  it  shine  in  endless  fame  j 
God  and  man  in  Christ  unite  j 
Oh,  mysterious  depth  and  height ! 

2  God  with  us  !  the  eternal  Son 
Took  our  soul,  our  flesh,  and  bone ; 
Now,  ye  saints,  his  grace  admire, 
Swell  the  song  with  holy  fire. 

3  God  with  us  !  but  tainted  not 
With  the  first  transgressor's  blot  j 
Yet  did  he  our  sins  sustain, 
Bear  the  guilt,  the  curse,  the  pain. 

4  God  with  us  !  oh,  wondrous  grace  ! 
Let  us  see  him  face  to  face  j 

That  we  may  Immanuel  sing, 
As  we  ought,  our  God  and  King ! 


INCARNATION     AND    BIRTH 


97 


A.  STEELE. 


"WW  c.  M.  Incarnation. 

Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song 

To  our  incarnate  Lord  ! 
Let  every  heart  and  every  tongue 

Adore  the  eternal  Word. 

2  That    awful    Word,    that    sovereign 

Power, 
By  whom  the  worlds  were  made — 
Oh,  happy  morn  !  illustrious  hour  ! — 
Was  once  in  flesh  arrayed  ! 

3  Then  shone  almighty  power  and  love, 
In  all  their  glorious  forms, 

When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above, 
To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 

4  Adoring  angels  tuned  their  songs 
To  hail  the  joyful  day  ; 

With  rapture  then  let  mortal  tongues 
Their  grateful  worship  pay. 

^tft»c>M.  The  Promised  Lord.       p.  doddridge. 

Hark,   the    glad    sound !    the    Saviour 
The  Saviour  promised  long ;    [comes, 

Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  He  comes,  the  prisoner  to  release, 
In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 

The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

3  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 
To  clear  the  mental  ray, 

And,  on  the  eyes  long  closed  in  night, 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

4  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 
The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 

And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
Enrich  the  humble  poor. 

5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 
Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim, 

And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

WtFX  c,  m.  The  Gospel  Song.  s.  medley. 

Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join 

And  chant  the  solemn  lay  ; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine 

To  hail  the  auspicious  day. 
2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 

And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 


3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 
And  loud  the  echo  rolled  ; 

The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy,  was  new, 
'T  was  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 
The  impetuous  torrent  ran ; 

And  angels  flew,  with  eager  joy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 
•  And  glory  leads  the  song  ; 
"Good-will  and  peace"  are  heard  thro'- 

Th'  harmonious  angel-throng.        [out 

6  With  joy  the  chorus  we  '11  repeat, — 
"  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

Good-will  and  peace  are  now  complete  j 
Jesus  was  born  to  die  ! " 

^tftf  l.  M.  Jesus' Birth.  ANON. 

Wake,  O  my  soul,  and  hail  the  morn, 
For  unto  us  a  Saviour 's  born  ; 
See  !  how  the  angels  wing  their  way, 
To  usher  in  the  glorious  day  ! 

2  Hark !  what  sweet  music,  what  a  song, 
Sounds  from  the  bright,  celestial  throng  ! 
Sweet  song,  whose  melting  sounds  impart 
Joy  to  each  raptured,  listening  heart. 

3  Come,  join  the  angels  in  the  sky, 
Glory  to  God,  who  reigns  on  high ; 
Let  peace  and  love  on  earth  abound, 
While  time  revolves  and  years  roll  round. 

/WtFVF  H.  M.  "The  notes  of  joy.''*  a.  reed. 

Hark  !  hark  ! — the  notes  of  joy 
Roll  o'er  the  heavenly  plains, 

And  seraphs  find  employ 
For  their  sublimest  strains  ; 

Some  new  delight  in  heaven  "u  known  ; 

Loud  sound  the  harps  around  the  throne. 

2  Hark  !  hark  ! — the  sounds  draw  nigh, 
The  joyful  hosts  descend  j 

Jesus  forsakes  the  sky, 

To  earth  his  footsteps  bend  j 
He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race  ; 
He  comes  with  messages  of  grace. 

3  Bear — bear  the  tidings  round  j 
Let  every  mortal  know 

What  love  in  God  is  found, 
What  pity  he  can  show ; 
Ye  winds  that  blow !  ye  waves  that  roll  / 
Bear  the  glad  news  from  pole  to  pole. 


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How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel  sound 
From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 

When  listening  thousands  gathered  round, 
And  joy  and  gladness  filled  the  place  ! 

2  From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he  spoke, 
To  heaven  he  led  his  followers'  way; 

Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unvailing  an  immortal  day. 

3  "  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home, 
Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest:'7 

Yes,  sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  thee ,  love  thee ,  and  be  blest ! 

4  Decay  then,  tenements  of  dust; 
Pillars  of  earthly  pride,  decay: 

A  nobler  mansion  waits  the  just, 
And  Jesus  has  prepared  the  way. 

wOO  i"Holyf  harmless:'  A.  c.  COXE. 

How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine, 
That  in  thy  meekness  used  to  shine, 
That  lit  thy  lonely  pathway,  trod 
In  wondrous  love,  O  Son  of  God  ! 

2  Oh,  who  like  thee,  so  calm,  so  bright, 
So  pure,  so  made  to  live  in  light  ? 

Oh,  who  like  thee  did  ever  go 

So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe  ? 

3  Oh,  who  like  thee  so  humbly  bore 
The  scorn,  the  scoffs  of  men,  before  ? 
So  meek,  forgiving,  godlike,  high, 
So  glorious  in  humility  ? 


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Was  pang,  and  scoff,  and  scorn  to  thee; 
Yet  love  through  all  thy  torture  glowed, 
And  mercy  with  thy  life-blood  flowed. 

5  Oh,  in  thy  light  be  mine  to  go, 
Illuming  all  my  way  of  woe  ! 
And  give  me  ever  on  the  road 

To  trace  thy  footsteps,  Son  of  God. 

wwv  "ffe  healed  them.''       j.  Montgomery. 

When,  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere, 
The  lowly  Jesus  wandered  here, 
Where'er  he  went,  affliction  fled, 
And  sickness  reared  her  fainting  head. 

2  The  eye  that  rolled  in  irksome  night, 
Beheld  his  face — for  God  is  light; 
The  opening  ear,  the  loosened  tongue, 
His  precepts  heard,  his  praises  sung. 

3  With  bounding  steps  the  halt  and  lame, 
To  hail  their  great  Deliverer  came; 

O'er  the  cold  grave  he  bowed  his  head, 
He  spake  the  word,  and  raised  the  dead. 

4  Despairing  madness,  dark  and  wild, 
In  his  inspiring  presence  smiled; 

The  storm  of  horror  ceased  to  roll, 
And  reason  lightened  through  the  soul. 

5  Through  paths  of  loving-kindness  led, 
Where  Jesus  triumphed  we  would  tread; 
To  all,  with  willing  hands  dispense 

The  gifts  of  our  benevolence. 


LIFE  AND   CHARACTER, 


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ROCKINGHAM,    L.M. 


LOWELL  MASON. 


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I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living-  characters. 


2  Such  was  thy  truth  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 

Thy  conflict  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here; 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


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Untasted  every  pure  delight, 

To  fast,  to  faint,  to  watch,  to  grieve, 
The  toilsome  day,  the  homeless  night: — 

4  To  faint,  to  grieve,  to  die  for  me  ! 
Thou  earnest  not  thyself  to  please: 

And,  dear  as  earthly  comforts  be, 

Shall  I  not  love  thee  more  than  these  ? 


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Behold,  where,  in  a  mortal  form, 

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The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 

With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 
To  give  the  mourner  joy, 

To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  his  divine  employ. 

3  'Mid  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn, 
He  meek  and  patient  stood ; 

His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  his  life, 
Who  labored  for  their  good. 

4  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 
Before  "his  Father's  throne, 

With  soul  resigned  he  bowed  and  said, — 
"Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done !" 

5  Be  Christ  our  pattern,  and  our  guide, 
His  image  may  we  bear; 

Oh,  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps, — 
His  joy  and  glory  share. 

wOO  A  lonely  life.  e.  denxy. 

A  riLGRiM  through  this  lonely  world, 

The  blessed  Saviour  passed; 
A  mourner  all  his  life  was  he, 

A  dying  Lamb  at  last. 

2  That  tender  heart  that  felt  for  all, 

For  all  its  life-blood  gave ; 
It  found  on  earth  no  resting-place, 

Save  only  in  the  grave. 


3  Such  was  our  Lord;  and  shall  we  fear 
The  cross,  with  all  its  scorn  ? 

Or  love  a  faithless  evil  world, 
That  wreathed  his  brow  with  thorn  ? 

4  No  !  facing  all  its  frowns  or  smiles, 
Like  him,  obedient  still, 

We  homeward  press  through  storm  or  calm, 
To  Zion's  blessed  hill. 

w"t  For  our  example.  e.  denny. 

What  grace,  0  Lord,  and  beauty  shone 

Around  thy  steps  below; 
What  patient  love  was  seen  in  all 

Thy  life  and  death  of  woe. 

2  For,  ever  on  thy  burdened  heart 
A  weight  of  sorrow  hung; 

Yet  no  ungentle,  murmuring  word 
Escaped  thy  silent  tongue. 

3  Thy  foes  might  hate,  despise,  revile, 
Thy  friends  unfaithful  prove; 

Unwearied  in  forgiveness  still, 
Thy  heart  could  only  love. 

4  Oh,  give  us  hearts  to  love  like  thee  I 
Like  thee,  0  Lord,  to  grieve 

Far  more  for  others'  sins,  than  all 
The  wrongs  that  we  receive. 

5  One  with  thyself,  may  every  eye, 
In  us,  thy  brethren,  see 

The  gentleness  and  grace  that  spring 
From  union,  Lord  J  with  thee. 


LIFE  AND    CHARACTER. 


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WOO        "Way,  Truth,  and  Life."      G.  w.  doane. 

Thou  art  the  Way:  to  thee  alone 

From  sin  and  death  we  flee; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 

Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 
2  Thou  art  the  Truth:  thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind, 

And  purify  the  heart. 

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3  Thou  art  the  Life:  the  rending  tomb 
Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm; 

And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life: 
Grant  us  that  Way  to  know; 

That  Truth  to  keep,  that  Life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

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£OD  Pattern  of  Forgiveness.        j.  h.  gurney. 

Lord,  as  to  thy  dear  cross  we  flee, 

And  pray  to  be  forgiven, 
So  let  thy  life  our  pattern  be, 

And  form  our  souls  for  heaven. 

2  Help  us,  through  good  report  and  ill, 
Our  daily  cross  to  bear; 

Like  thee,  to  do  our  Father's  will, 
Our  brother's  griefs  to  share. 

3  Let  grace  our  selfishness  expel, 
Our  earthliness  refine; 

And  kindness  in  our  bosoms  dwell 
As  free  and  true  as  thine. 

4  If  joy  shall  at  thy  bidding  fly, 
And  griefs  dark  day  come  on, 

We,  in  our  turn,  would  meekly  cry, 
"Father,  thy  will  be  done !" 

5  Kept  peaceful  in  the  midst  of  strife, 
Forgiving  and  forgiven, 

Oh,  may  we  lead  the  pilgrim's  life, 
And  follow  thee  to  heaven ! 


/wO/  "  Shall  we  forget"         w.  mitchell. 

Jesus  !  thy  love  shall  we  forget, 

And  never  bring  to  mind 
The  grace  that  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 

And  bade  us  pardon  find? 

2  Shall  we  thy  life  of  grief  forget, 
Thy  fasting  and  thy  prayer ; 

Thy  locks  with  mountain  vapors  wet, 
To  save  us  from  despair? 

3  Gethsemane  can  we  forget — 
Thy  struggling  agony 

When  night  lay  dark  on  Olivet, 
And  none  to  watch  with  thee? 

4  Our  sorrows  and  our  sins  were  laid 
On  thee,  alone  on  thee; 

Thy  precious  blood  our  ransom  paid — 
thine  all  the  glory  be  ! 

5  Life's  brightest  joys  we  may  forget — 
Our  kindred  cease  to  love; 

But  he  who  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
Our  constancy  shall  prove. 


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Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 

Upon  the  Saviour's  brow ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 

His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare, 
Among  the  sons  of  men; 

Fairer  is  he  than  all  the  fair 
That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 
He  flew  to  my  relief ; 

For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 
And  all  the  joys  I  have; 

He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
He  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

5  To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode, 
He  brings  my  weary  feet; 

Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joy  complete. 

6  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 
Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 

Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord  !  they  should  all  be  thine. 

wDu  "His  free  ways."  f.  w.  faber. 

Oh,  see  how  Jesus  trusts  himself 

Unto  our  childish  love  ! 
As  though  by  his  free  ways  with  us 

Our  earnestness  to  prove. 


2  His  sacred  name  a  common  word 
On  earth  he  loves  to  hear; 

There  is  no  majesty  in  him 

Which  love  may  not  come  near. 

3  The  light  of  love  is  round  his  feet, 
His  paths  are  never  dim; 

And  he  comes  nigh  to  us  when  we 
Dare  not  come  nigh  to  him. 

4  Let  us  be  simple  with  him  then, 
Not  backward,  stiff,  nor  cold, 

As  though  our  Bethlehem  could  be 
What  Sinai  was  of  old. 

m  4\f  The  name  "  Jesus."  a.  steelb. 

The  Saviour  !  oh,  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 

And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

2  The  almighty  Former  of  the  skies 
Stooped  to  our  vile  abode; 

While  angels  viewed  with  wondering  eyes 
And  hailed  the  incarnate  God. 

3  Oh,  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine  ! 
Of  bliss  a  boundless  store  ! 

Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

4  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 
Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall; 

My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  All ! 


LIFE   AND   CHARACTER. 


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To  bring  the  Lord  Christ  down ; 

In  vain  we  search  the  lowest  deeps, 
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2  But  warm,  sweet,  tender,  even  yet 
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3  The  healing  of  the  seamless  dress 
Is  by  our  beds  of  pain; 

ST.  JOSEPH.    8s,  7s,  7s. 


We  touch  him  in  life's  throng  and  press, 
And  we  are  whole  again. 

4  Through  him  the  first  fond  prayers  are  said 
Our  lips  of  childhood  frame; 

The  last  low  whispers  of  our  dead 
Are  burdened  with  his  name. 

5  0  Lord  and  Master  of  us  all, 
Whate'er  our  name  or  sign, 

We  own  thy  sway,  we  hear  thy  call, 
We  test  our  lives  by  thine ! 


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Kinsman,  Friend,  and  elder  Brother, 
Is  his  everlasting  name. 

Saviour,  who  can  love  like  thee, 
Gracious  One  of  Bethany  ? 
2  When  the  pangs  of  trial  seize  us, 

When  the  waves  of  sorrow  roll, 
I  will  lay  my  head  on  Jesus, 
Pillow  of  the  troubled  soul. 
Surely,  none  can  feel  like  thee, 
Weeping  One  of  Bethany  ! 


3  Jesus  wept  I  and  still  in  glory, 
He  can  mark  each  mourner's  tear; 

Living  to  retrace  the  story 
Of  the  hearts  he  solaced  here. 
Lord,  when  I  am  called  to  die, 
Let  me  think  of  Bethany. 

4  Jesus  wept !  that  tear  of  sorrow 
Is  a  legacy  of  love; 

Yesterday,  to-day,  to-morrow, 
He  the  same  doth  ever  prove. 
Thou  art  all  in  all  to  me, 
Living  One  of  Bethany  ! 


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THE   LORD  JESUS   CHRIST. 


OLIVE'S  BROW.    L.  M. 


W.  B.  BRADBURY. 


1.  'Tis  midnight;  and  on  Olive's  brow  The  star  is  dimmed  that  lately  shone:  'Tis  midnight;  in  the  garden,  now  The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 


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'Tis  midnight;  and  on  Olive's  brow 
The  star  is  dimmed  that  lately  shone: 

'Tis  midnight;  in  the  garden,  now 
The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'Tis  midnight;  and  from  all  removed, 
The  Saviour  wrestles  lone  with  fears; 

Ev'n  that  disciple  whom  he  loved 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 

3  'Tis  midnight;  and  for  others' guilt 
The  Man  of  Sorrows  weeps  in  blood; 

Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 


4    Tis  midnight;  and  from  ether-plains 
Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know; 

Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe. 


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"'T  is  finished  !  n — so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bowed  his  head  and  died: 
"'Tis  finished  1" — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  'Tis  finished  ! — all  that  heaven  foretold 
By  prophets  in  the  days  of  old ; 

And  truths  are  opened  to  our  view 
That  kings  and  prophets  never  knew. 

3  'Tis  finished  ! — Son  of  God,  thy  power 
Hath  triumphed  in  this  awful  hour; 
And  yet  our  eyes  with  sorrow  see 

That  life  to  us  was  death  to  thee. 

4  'Tis  finished  ! — let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round: 
'Tis  finished  ! — let  the  triumph  rise, 
And  swell  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 


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When-  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 

My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord  !  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God; 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down; 

Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown? 

4  His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 
Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree; 

Then  I  am  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small; 

Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


f*  •  "  "For  me."  h.  bonar. 

Jesus,  whom  angel  hosts  adore, 
Became  a  man  of  griefs  for  me ; 

In  love,  though  rich,  becoming  poor, 
That  I  through  him  enriched  might  be. 

2  Though  Lord  of  all,  above,  below, 
He  went  to  Olivet  for  me: 

There  drank  my  cup  of  wrath  and  woe, 
When  bleeding  in  Gethsemane. 

3  The  ever-blessed  Son  of  God 
Went  up  to  Calvary  for  me; 

There  paid  my  debt,  there  bore  my  load, 
In  his  own  body  on  the  tree. 

4  Jesus,  whose  dwelling  is  the  skies, 
Went  down  into  the  grave  for  me; 

There  overcame  my  enemies, 
There  won  the  glorious  victory. 

5  'T  is  finished  all :  the  vail  is  rent, 
The  welcome  sure,  the  access  free: — 

2sow  then,  we  leave  our  banishment, 
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"»  •  'Grace  u?iknown."  i.  watts. 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 

For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 
He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  1 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
And  shut  his  glories  in, 

When  Christ,  the  great  Creator,  died 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 
While  his  dear  cross  appears; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe ; 

Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'T  is  all  that  I  can  do. 


»  •  O  Suffered  for  sin.  i.  WATTS 

Oh,  if  my  soul  were  formed  for  woe,  . 

How  would  I  vent  my  sighs ! 
Repentance  should  like  rivers  flow 

From  both  my  streaming  eyes. 

2  'Twas  for  my  sins  my  dearest  Lord 
Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 

And  groaned  away  a  dying  life 
For  thee,  my  soul !  for  thee. 

3  Oh,  how  I  hate  these  lusts  ot  mine 
That  crucified  my  Lord ; 

Those  sins  that  pierced  and  nailed  his  flesh 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood  ! 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer — they  shall  die; 
My  heart  has  so  decreed; 

Kor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  While  with  a  melting,  broken  heart, 
My  murdered  Lord  I  view, 

I'll  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 
And  slay  the  murderers  too. 


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1  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 
In  agony  and  blood; 

Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  the  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure,  never,  till  my  latest  breath, 
Can  I  forget  that  look: 

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Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

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"I  freely  all  forgive: 

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5  Thus  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 
In  all  its  blackest  hue, 

Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, 
It  seals  my  pardon  too  ! 

£0"  "  He  remembers  Calvary."  i.  watts 

How  condescending  and  how  kind 

Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 
Our  misery  reached  his  heavenly  mind, 

And  pity  brought  him  down. 
2  He  sunk  beneath  cur  heavy  woes, 

To  raise  us  to  his  throne; 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestows, 

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That  when  the  Saviour  knew 

The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

4  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 
His  love  is  still  as  great; 

Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 
Nor  let  his  saints  forget. 

hi  C5  A  "  o  Christ  of  God!"        ray  palmer. 

0  Jesus,  sweet  the  tears  I  shed, 
While  at  thy  cross  I  kneel, 

Gaze  on  thy  wounded,  fainting  head, 
And  all  thy  sorrows  feel. 

2  My  heart  dissolves  to  see  thee  bleed, 
This  heart  so  hard  before; 

1  hear  thee  for  the  guilty  plead, 

And  grief  o'erflows  the  more. 

3  I  know  this  cleansing  blood  of  thine 
Was  shed,  dear  Lord,  for  me: 

For  me,  for  all, — oh,  grace  divine  ! — 
Who  look  by  faith  on  thee. 

4  0  Christ  of  God,  0  spotless  Lamb, 
By  love  my  soul  is  drawn; 

Henceforth,  for  ever,  thine  I  am; 
Here  life  and  peace  are  born. 

5  In  patient  hope,  the  cross  I'll  bear, 
Thine  arm  shall  be  my  stay; 

And  thou,  enthroned,  my  soul  shalt  spare, 
On  thy  great  judgment-day. 


108 


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Hail,  thou  once  despised  Jesus ! 

Crowned  in  mockery  a  king ! 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us ; 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring. 
Hail,  thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame  ! 
By  thy  merits  we  find  favor; 

Life  is  given  through  thy  name. 

2  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  on  thee  were  laid; 
By  Almighty  Love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made: 
All  thy  people  are  forgiven 

Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood ; 
Opened  is  the  gate  of  heaven, 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 

(CoO  On  the  cross.  R.  lee. 

When  I  view  my  Saviour  bleeding, 

For  my  sins,  upon  the  tree; 
Oh,  how  wondrous  ! — how  exceeding 

Great  his  love  appears  to  me  ! 
Floods  of  deep  distress  and  anguish, 

To  impede  his  labors,  came ; 
Yet  they  all  could  not  extinguish 

Love's  eternal,  burning  flame. 

2  Now  redemption  is  completed, 

Full  salvation  is  procured ; 
Death  and  Satan  are  defeated, 

Bv  the  sufferings  he  endured. 


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Now  the  gracious  Mediator 
Risen  to  the  courts  of  bliss, 

Claims  for  me,  a  sinful  creature, 
Pardon,  righteousness,  and  peace  ! 

3  Sure  such  infinite  affection 
Lays  the  highest  claims  to  mine; 

All  my  powers,  without  exception, 
Should  in  fervent  praises  join. 

Jesus,  fit  me  for  thy  service; 
Form  me  for  thyself  alone ; 

1  am  thy  most  costly  purchase, — 
Take  possession  of  thine  own. 

'wO'X  Reproached.  moraviai 

Cross,  reproach,  and  tribulation ! 

Ye  to  me  are  welcome  guests, 
When  I  have  this  consolation, 

That  my  soul  in  Jesus  rests. 
The  reproach  of  Christ  is  glorious ! 

Those  who  here  his  burden  bear, 
In  the  end  shall  prove  victorious, 

And  eternal  gladness  share. 

2  Bonds  and  stripes,  and  evil  story, 
Are  our  honorable  crowns; 

Pain  is  peace,  and  shame  is  glory, 
Gloomy  dungeons  are  as  thrones. 

Bear,  then,  the  reproach  of  Jesus, 
Ye  who  live  a  life  of  faith  ! 

Lift  triumphant  songs  and  praises 
Ev'n  in  martyrdom  and  death. 


SUFFERINGS   AND   DEATH. 


109 


STABAT  MATER,    P.M. 


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Near  the  cross  was  Mary  weeping, 
There  her  mournful  r  tation  keeping, 

Gazing  on  her  dying  Son: 
There  in  speechless  anguish  rroaning, 
Yearning,  trembling,  sighing,  moaning, 

Through  her  soul  the  sword  had  gone ! 

2  But  we  have  no  need  to  borrow 
Motives  from  the  mother's  sorrow. 

At  our  Saviour's  cross  to  mourn: 
'Twas  our  sins  brought  him  from  heaven, 
These  the  cruel  nails  had  driven: 

All  his  griefs  for  us  were  borne. 

3  When  no  eye  its  pity  gave  us, 
When  there  was  no  arm  to  save  us, 

He  his  love  and  power  displayed: 
By  his  stripes  he  wrought  our  healing, 
By  his  death,  our  life  revealing, 

He  for  us  the  ransom  paid. 

4  Jesus,  may  thy  love  constrain  us, 
That  from  sin  we  may  refrain  us, 

In  thy  griefs  may  deeply  grieve: 
Thee  our  best  affections  giving, 
To  thy  glory  ever  living, 

May  we  in  thy  glory  live. 

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^^"  " H  is  finished."1  H.  BONAR. 

From  the  cross  the  blood  is  falling, 
And  to  us  a  voice  is  calling 


Like  a  trumpet  silver-clear: 
'Tis  the  voice  announcing  pardon — 
It  is  finished,  is  its  burden, 

Pardon  to  the  far  and  near. 

2  Peace  that  glorious  blood  is  sealing, 
All  our  wounds  for  ever  healing, 

And  removing  every  load; 
Words  of  peace  that  voice  has  spoken, 
Peace  that  shall  no  more  be  broken, 

Peace  between  the  soul  and  God. 


'■Day  of  darkness. 


F.   H.  HEDGE,  tr. 


287 

'Twas  the  day  when  God's  Anointed 
Died  for  us  the  death  appointed, 

Bleeding  on  the  dreadful  cross; 
Day  of  darkness,  day  of  terror, 
Deadly  fruit  of  ancient  error, 

Nature's  fall,  and  Eden's  loss  J 

2  Haste,  prepare  the  bitter  chalice ! 
Gentile  hate  and  Jewish  malice 

Lift  the  royal  Victim  high; 
Like  the  serpent,  wonder-gifted, 
Which  the  prophet  once  uplifted, 

1  or  a  sinful  world  to  die. 

3  Conscious  of  the  deed  unholy, 
Nature's  pulses  beat  more  slowly, 

And  the  sun  his  light  denied; 
Darkness  wrapped  the  sacred  city, 
And  the  earth  with  fear  and  pity 

Trembled,  when  the  Just  One  died. 

4  Not  in  vain  for  us  uplifted, 
Man  of  sorrows,  wonder-gifted, 

May  that  sacred  symbol  be; 
Eminent  amid  the  ages, 
Guide  of  heroes  and  of  sages, 

May  it  guide  us  still  to  thee. 


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O  Jesus,  we  adore  thee, 

Upon  the  cross,  our  King: 
We  bow  our  hearts  before  thee ; 

Thy  gracious  Name  we  sing: 
That  Name  hath  brought  salvation, 

That  Name,  in  life  our  stay; 
Our  peace,  our  consolation 

When  life  shall  fade  away. 

2  Yet  doth  the  world  disdain  thee, 
Still  pressing  by  thy  cross: 

Lord,  may  our  hearts  retain  thee; 

All  else  we  count  but  loss. 
The  grief  thy  soul  endured, 

Who  can  that  grief  declare  ? 
Thy  pains  have  thus  assured 

That  thou  thy  foes  wilt  spare. 

3  Ah,  Lord,  our  sins  arraigned  thee, 
And  nailed  thee  to  the  tree: 

Our  pride,  0  Lord,  disdained  thee;— 
Yet  deign  our  hope  to  be. 

O  glorious  King,  we  bless  thee, 
No  longer  pass  thee  by; 

O  Jesus,  we  confess  thee 
Our  Lord  enthroned  on  high. 


&  OU  The  Lamb  of  God.  J.  G.  deck. 

0  Lamb  of  God  !  still  keep  me 

Near  to  thy  wounded  side; 
'Tis  only  there  in  safety 

And  peace  I  can  abide  ! 
What  foes  and  snares  surround  me, 

What  doubts  and  fears  within ! 
The  grace  that  sought  and  found  me, 

Alone  can  keep  me  clean. 

2  'Tis  only  in  thee  hiding 
I  know  my  life  secure — 

Only  in  thee  abiding, 
The  conflict  can  endure: 

Thine  arm  the  victory  gaineth 
O'er  every  hateful  foe; 

Thy  love  my  heart  sustaineth 
In  all  its  care  and  woe. 

3  Soon  shall  my  eyes  behold  thee, 
With  rapture,  face  to  face; 

One  half  hath  not  been  told  me 
Of  all  thy  power  and  grace: 

Thy  beauty,  Lord,  and  glory, 
The  wonders  of  thy  love, 

Shall  be  the  endless  story 
Of  all  the  saints  above. 


GERHARDT,    7s,  6s.  D. 


SUFFERINGS   AND   DEATH. 


111 


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O  sacred  Head,  now  wounded, 

With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down, 
Now  scornfully  surrounded 

With  thorns,  thine  only  crown; 
O  sacred  Head,  what  glory, 

What  bliss,  till  now  was  thine ! 
Yet,  though  despised  and  gory, 

I  joy  to  call  thee  mine. 
2  What  thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffered 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain: 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  thine  the  deadly  pain; 
Lo,  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour ! 

'Tis  I  deserved  thy  place; 
Look  on  me  with  thy  favor, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  thy  grace. 


PATNAH.    7s,  6s,  D. 


3  What  language  shall  I  borrow, 
To  thank  thee,  dearest  Friend, 

For  this,  thy  dying  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  end  ? 
Lord,  make  me  thine  for  ever, 

Nor  let  me  faithless  prove: 
Oh,  let  me  never,  never, 

Abuse  such  dying  love. 

4  Be  near  when  I  am  dying, 
Oh,  show  thy  cross  to  me ! 

And  for  my  succor  flying, 
Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free  I 

These  eyes,  new  faith  receiving, 
From  Jesus  shall  not  move; 

For  he  who  dies  believing, 
Dies  safely — through  thy  love. 


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T.  D.  HEMANS. 


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He  knelt,  the  Saviour  knelt  and  prayed, 

When  but  his  Father's  eye 
Looked  through  the  lonely  garden's  shade, 

On  that  dread  agony  ; 
The  Lord  cf  all  above,  beneath, 
Was  bowed  with  sorrow  unto  death. 

2  The  sun  set  in  a  fearful  hour, 
The  skies  might  well  grow  dim, 

When  this  mortality  had  power 

So  to  o'ershadow  him  ! 
That  he  who  gave  man's  breath,  might 
The  very  depths  of  human  woe.     [know 

3  He  knew  them  all ;   the   doubt,  the 
The  faint,  perplexing  dread  j      [strife, 

The  mists  that  hang  o'er  parting  life, 

All  darkened  round  his  head ; 
And  the  Deliverer  knelt  to  pray  j 
Yet  passed  it  not,  that  cup,  away. 

4  It  passed  not,  though  the  stormy  wave 
Had  sunk  beneath  his  tread  ; 

It  passed  not,  though  to  him  the  grave 

Had  yielded  up  its  dead. 
But  there  was  sent  him  from  on  high, 
A  gift  of  strength  for  man  to  die. 

5  And  was  his  mortal  hour  beset 
With  anguish  and  dismay  ? 

How  may  we  meet  our  conflict  yet, 

In  the  dark,  narrow  way  ? 
How  but  through  him,  that  path  who 
Save  or  we  perish,  Son  of  God  !     [trod  ? 

*W"  L.  M.  Christ  in  the  Desert.         j.  F.  thrupp. 

Awhile  in  spirit,  Lord,  to  thee 
Into  the  desert  would  we  flee  ; 
Awhile  upon  the  barren  steep 
Thy  fast  with  thee  in  spirit  keep  ; — 

2  Awhile  from  thy  temptation  learn 
The  daily  snares  cf  sin  to  spurn, 
And  in  our  hearts  to  feel  and  own 
Man  liveth  not  by  bread  alone. 

3  And  while  at  thy  command  we  pray, 
Give  us  our  bread  from  day  to  day, 
May  we  with  thee,  O  Christ,  be  fed, 
Thou  Word  of  God,  thou  Living  Bread. 

4.  Incarnate  Lord,  we  come  to  thee, 
Thou  knowest  our  infirmity  ; 
Be  thou  our  Helper  in  the  strife, 
Be  thou  our  true,  our  inward  Life. 


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<W  t/O  7S,  "  Jesus,  Saviour."  J.  D.  BURNS. 

Thou  who  didst  on  Calvary  bleed, 
Thou  who  dost  for  sinners  plead, 
Help  me  in  my  time  cf  need, 
Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  my  cry  ! 

2  In  my  darkness  and  my  grief; 
With  my  heart  of  unbelief, 

I,  who  am  of  sinners  chief, 
Jesus,  lift  to  thee  mine  eye ! 

3  Foes  without  and  fears  within, 
With  no  plea  thy  grace  to  win, 
But  that  thou  canst  save  from  sin, 

Jesus,  to  thy  cross  I  fly ! 

4  There  on  thee  I  cast  my  care, 
There  to  thee  I  raise  my  prayer, 
Jesus,  save  me  from  despair, 

Save  me,  save  me,  or  I  die ! 

5  When  the  storms  of  trial  lower, 
When  I  feel  temptation's  power, 
In  the  last  and  darkest  hour, 

Jesus,  Saviour,  be  thou  nigh ! 


RAY  PALMER. 


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Thou,  the  Lord  of  life,  didst  die  j 

Whither — whither,  but  to  thee, 
Can  a  trembling  sinner  fly  ! 

Death's  dark  waters  o'er  me  roll, 

Save,  oh,  save  my  sinking  soul ! 

2  Never  bowed  a  martyr's  head 
Weighed  with  equal  sorrow  down  j 

Never  blood  so  rich  was  shed, 

Never  king  wore  such  a  crown  5 
To  thy  cross  and  sacrifice 
Faith  now  lifts  her  tearful  eyes. 

3  All  my  soul,  by  love  subdued, 
Melts  in  deep  contrition  there ; 

By  thy  mighty  grace  renewed, 

New-born  hope  forbids  despair  2 
Lord  !  thou  canst  my  guilt  forgive, 
Thou  hast  bid  me  look  and  live. 

4  While  with  broken  heart  I  kneel, 
Sinks  the  inward  storm  to  rest  5 

Life — immortal  life — I  feel 

Kindled  in  my  throbbing  breast  j 
Thine — for  ever  thine — I  am  ! 
Glory  to  thee,  bleeding  Lamb  ! 


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*  wU  l.  M.  "  /fe  //w  again."  I.  WATTS. 

He  dies  ! — the  friend  of  sinners  dies  j 
Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around ; 

A  solemn  darkness  vails  the  skies  ; 
A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Here 's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  : 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  j 

But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see, 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 

3  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb  j 
Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies  j 

Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

4  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns  j 

Sing  how  he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant  Death  in  chains. 

5  Say — live  for  ever,  glorious  King, 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  ! 

Where  now,  O  Death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
And  where  thy  victory  ;boa  sting  Grave? 


A. STEELE. 


w^u  CM,  "  Died  for  me. 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name, 

Awake  the  sacred  song  ! 
Oh,  may  his  love — immortal  flame — 

Tune  every  heart  and  tongue  ! 

2  His  love,  what   mortal   thought   can 
What  mortal  tongue  display  %  [reach  % 

Imagination's  utmost  stretch, 
In  wonder,  dies  away. 

3  Dear  Lord  !  while  we  adoring  pay 
Our  humble  thanks  to  thee, 

May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, — 
"  The  Saviour  died  for  me  !  " 

4  Oh,  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme, 
Fill  every  heart  and  tongue, 

Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

*•  **  •    7s.  The  Resurrection.  t.  scott. 

Axgels  !  roll  the  rock  away ; 
Death !  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey  ; 
See !  the  Saviour  leaves  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  Hark !  the  wondering  angels  raise 
Louder  notes  of  joyful  praise  ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Echo  with  the  blissful  sound. 


3  Saints  on  earth,  lift  up  your  eyes, — 
Now  to  glory  see  him  rise 

In  long  triumph  through  the  sky, 
Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high. 

4  Heaven  unfolds  its  portals  wide  ! 
Mighty  Conqueror  !  through  them  ride  j 
King  of  glory  !  mount  thy  throne, 
Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 

U  t/O  gSi  4S>      "  Worthy  the  Lamb!  "  J.  allen. 

Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
Let  heaven  and  earth  reply, 

"  Praise  ye  his  name  !  " 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore  j 
Sing  loud  for  evermore, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 

2  While  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name, — 
Ye  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  your  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  name  abroad, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 

3  Join,  all  ye  ransomed  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless  -} 

Praise  ye  his  name  ! 
In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise, 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

"»  **  *J  h.  m.  "  Rejoice  I"  c.  weslky. 

Rejoice  !  the  Lord  is  King ; 

Your  Lord  and  King  adore : 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore ! 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice ; 
Rejoice  ! — again  I  say,  rejoice  ! 

2  Jesus,  the  Saviour,  reigns, 
The  God  of  truth  and  love  j 

When  he  had  purged  our  stains, 

He  took  his  seat  above  : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice ; 
Rejoice  ! — again  I  say,  rejoice  ! 

3  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope : 
Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 

And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  archangel's  voice ; 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  Rejoice ! 


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Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time ; 

All  the  light  of  sacred  story- 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 
Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 

CARTHAGE.    8s,  7s. 


Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me: 
Lo !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 
Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 

From  the  cross  the  radiance,  streaming, 
Adds  more  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 
By  the  cross  are  sanctified; 

Peace  is  there,  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

5  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 
Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time; 

All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
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Christ,  above  all  glory  seated  I 

King  eternal,  strong  to  save  ! 
To  thee,  Death,  by  death  defeated, 

Triumph  high  and  glory  gave. 
2  Thou  art  gone  where  now  is  given 

What  no  mortal  might  could  gain, 
On  the  eternal  throne  of  heaven, 

In  thy  Father's  power  to  reign. 


3  We,  0  Lord !  with  hearts  adoring, 
Follow  thee  above  the  sky: 

Hear  our  prayers  thy  grace  imploring, 
Lift  our  souls  to  thee  on  high. 

4  So  when  thou  again  in  glory 

On  the  clouds  of  heaven  shall  shine, 
We  thy  flock  shall  stand  before  thee, 
Owned  for  evermore  as  thine. 


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Jesus,  bail,  enthroned  in  glory, 

Tbere  for  ever  to  abide; 
All  tbe  heavenly  hosts  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  side. 
There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading; 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare  ; 
Ever  for  us  interceding 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

2  Worship,  honor,  power  and  blessing 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive; 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits, 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays; 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits, 

Help  to  chant  Irnmanuel's  praise. 

OUO       "  The  blood  that  sfeaketh."        c.  wesley. 

Father,  hear  the  blood  of  Jesus, 

Speaking  in  thine  ears  above: 
From  impending  wrath  release  us; 

Manifest  thy  pardoning  love. 
Oh,  receive  us  to  thy  favor, — 

For  his  only  sake  receive; 
Give  us  to  the  bleeding  Saviour, 

Let  us  by  his  dying  live. 
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2  "To  thy  pardoning  grace  receive  them," 

Once  he  prayed  upon  the  tree; 
Still  his  blood  cries  out  "Forgive  them; 

All  their  sins  were  laid  on  me.'' 
Still  our  Advocate  in  heaven 

Prays  the  prayer  on  earth  begun, — 
"Father,  show  their  sins  forgiven; 

Father,  glorify  thy  Son !" 

0"t  "  S/uxll  see  his  /ace."  M.  pyper. 

"We  shall  see  Him,"  in  our  nature, 

Seated  on  his  lofty  throne, 
Loved,  adored,  by  every  creature, 

Owned  as  God,  and  God  alone  I 
There  the  hosts  of  shining  spirits 

Strike  their  harps,  and  loudly  sing 
To  the  praise  of  Jesus'  merits, 

To  the  glory  of  their  King. 

2  When  we  pass  o'er  death's  dark  river, 

"We  shall  see  him  as  he  is,'7 
Resting  in  his  love  and  favor, 

Owning  all  the  glory  his. 
There  to  cast  our  crowns  before  him, 

Oh,  what  bliss  the  thought  affords ! 
There  for  ever  to  adore  him, 

King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords ! 


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Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 
Sons  of  men,  and  angels,  say; 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high  1 
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2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
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Lo,  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

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Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise; 
Christ  hath  opened  Paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King; 
''Where,  0  Death,  is  now  thy  sting?" 
Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save; 
"Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  Grave?*' 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head; 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise; 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies ! 


DUO  Joy  in  the  Lord.  T.  kell 

Joyful  be  the  hours  to-day; 

Joyful  let  the  seasons  be; 
Let  us  sing,  for  well  we  may: 

Jesus !  we  will  sing  of  thee. 

2  Should  thy  people  silent  be, 
Then  the  very  stones  would  sing: 

What  a  debt  we  owe  to  thee, 

Thee  our  Saviour,  thee  our  King ! 

3  Joyful  are  we  now  to  own, 
Rapture  thrills  us  as  we  trace 

All  the  deeds  thy  love  hath  done, 
All  the  riches  of  thy  grace. 

4  'Tis  thy  grace  alone  can  save; 
Every  blessing  comes  from  thee — 

All  we  have,  and  hope  to  have, 
All  we  are,  and  hope  to  be. 

5  Thine  the  Name  to  sinners  dear ! 
Thine  the  Name  all  names  before ! 

Blessed  here  and  everywhere; 
Blessed  now  and  evermore  1 


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2  There  the  glorious  triumph  waits; 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ! 
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Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  again, 
Christ  hath  broken  every  chain; 
Hark  !  angelic  voices  cry, 
Singing  evermore  on  high, 

Hallelujah  !  Praise  the  Lord  1 
2  He  who  bore  all  pain  and  loss, 
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Pleads  for  us,  and  hears  our  cry: 

Hallelujah !  Praise  the  Lord ! 


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Hallelujah  !  Praise  the  Lord ! 

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How  the  penitent  forgiven, 
How  we,  too,  may  enter  heaven: 

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Jesus  comes,  his  conflict  over, — 
Comes  to  claim  his  great  reward ; 

Angels  round  the  Victor  hover, 
Crowding  to  behold  their  Lord; 

Haste,  ye  saints  !  your  tribute  bring, 

Crown  him,  everlasting  King. 

2  Yonder  throne  for  him  erected, 
Now  becomes  the  Victor's  seat; 

Lo,  the  Man  on  earth  rejected  1 

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Haste,  ye  saints  !  your  tribute  bring, 
Crown  him,  everlasting  King. 

3  Day  and  night  they  cry  before  him,- 
"Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord !" 

All  the  powers  of  heaven  adore  him, 

All  obey  his  sovereign  word; 
Haste,  ye  saints  !  your  tribute  bring, 
Crown  him,  everlasting  King. 

dXU  Isaiah  63:  1.  t.  kell? 

Who  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom, 
All  his  raiment  stained  with  blood; 

To  the  slave  proclaiming  freedom; 
Bringing  and  bestowing  good: 

Glorious  in  the  garb  he  wears, 

Glorious  in  the  spoils  he  bears? 

2  'T  is  the  Saviour,  now  victorious, 
Travelling  onward  in  his  might; 

'Tis  the  Saviour,  oh,  how  glorious 
To  his  people  is  the  sight  I 

Jesus  now  is  strong  to  save ; 

Mighty  to  redeem  the  slave. 


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3  Why  that  blood  his  raiment  staining? 
'Tis  the  blood  of  many  slain; 

Of  his  foes  there 's  none  remaining, 

None  the  contest  to  maintain: 
Fallen  they,  no  more  to  rise, 
All  their  glory  prostrate  lies. 

4  Mighty  Victor,  reign  for  ever; 
Wear  the  crown  so  dearly  won; 

Never  shall  thy  people,  never 

Cease  to  sing  what  thou  hast  done; 
Thou  hast  fought  thy  people's  foes; 
Thou  hast  healed  thy  people's  woes. 

WAX  All  glory  to  Christ.  T.  KELLY. 

Glory,  glory  to  our  King  ! 

Crowns  unfading  wreathe  his  nead; 
Jesus  is  the  name  we  sing, — 

Jesus,  risen  from  the  dead; 
Jesus,  Conqueror  o'er  the  grave; 
Jesus,  mighty  now  to  save. 

2  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high: 
Angels  come  to  meet  their  King; 

Shouts  triumphant  rend  the  sky, 

While  the  Victor's  praise  they  sing: 
"Open  now,  ye  heavenly  gates  1 
'Tis  the  King  of  glory  waits." 

3  Now  behold  him  high  enthroned, 
Glory  beaming  from  his  face, 

By  adoring  angels  owned, 

God  of  holiness  and  grace  1 
Oh,  for  hearts  and  tongues  to  sing — 
"  Glory,  glory  to  our  King !" 


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lu-jah,  Halle  -  lu -jah,  Halle  -  In   -  jah!    A   -  men. 


dlw  "Jesus  reigns."  t.  kelly. 

Hark  1  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
Sound  the  note  of  praise  above; 

Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices; 
Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love: 

See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne; 

Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  King  of  glory  !  reign  for  ever — 
Thine  an  everlasting  crown; 

Nothing,  from  thy  love,  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine  own  ;- 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 
Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 

3  Saviour  !  hasten  thine  appearing; 
Bring,  oh,  bring  the  glorious  day, 

When, the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away; — 
Then,  with  golden  harps,  we  '11  sing, — 
"Glory,  glory  to  our  King!" 

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tJ  A  t9  we  llve  lH  Him.        c.  Wordsworth. 

See,  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  triumph ! 

See  the  King  in  royal  state, 
Riding  on  the  clouds,  his  chariot, 

To  his  heavenly  palace  gate  ! 
Hark  !  the  choirs  of  angel  voices 

Joyful  hallelujahs  sing, 
And  the  portals  high  are  lifted 

To  receive  their  heavenly  King. 
2  Who  is  this  that  comes  in  glory, 

With  the  trump  of  jubilee? 


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Lord  of  battles,  God  of  armies, 

He  has  gained  the  victory; 
He,  who  on  the  cross  did  suffer, 

He,  who  from  the  grave  arose, 
He  has  vanquished  sin  and  Satan, 

He  by  death  has  spoiled  his  foes. 

3  Thou  hast  raised  our  human  nature, 
On  the  clouds  to  God's  right  hand; 

There  we  sit  in  heavenly  places, 
There  with  thee  in  glory  stand; 

Jesus  reigns,  adored  by  angels; 
Man  with  God  is  on  the  throne; 

Mighty  Lord  !  in  thine  ascension, 
We  by  faith  behold  our  own.  . 

4  Lift  us  up  from  earth  to  heaven, 
Give  us  wings  of  faith  and  love, 

Gales  of  holy  aspirations, 
Wafting  us  to  realms  above; 

That,  with  hearts  and  minds  uplifted, 
We  with  Christ  our  Lord  may  dwell. 

Where  he  sits  enthroned  in  glory, 
In  the  heavenly  citadel. 

5  So  at  last,  when  he  appeareth, 

We  from  out  our  graves  may  spring, 
With  our  youth  renewed  like  eagles', 

Flocking  round  our  heavenly  King, 
Caught  up  on  the  clouds  of  heaven, 

And  may  meet  him  in  the  air — 
Rise  to  realms  where  he  is  reigning, 

And  mav  reijm  for  ever  there. 


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Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious; 

See  the  Man  of  sorrows  now 
From  the  fight  returned  victorious  ! 

Every  knee  to  him  shall  bow: 
Crown  him  !  crown  him  ! 

Crowns  become  the  victor's  brow. 

2  Crown  the  Saviour,  angels,  crown  him  ! 
Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings; 

In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  him, 
While  the  vault  of  heaven  rings: 

Crown  him  !  crown  him  1 
Crown  the  Saviour  King  of  kings  ! 

3  Hark,  those  bursts  of  acclamation  1 
Hark,  those  loud,  triumphant  chords  ! 


Jesus  takes  the  highest  station; 
Oh,  what  joy  the  sight  affords  1 

Crown  him  !  crown  him  ! 
King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords  ! 

OJ_tl  "  It  is  finished ?"  j.  evan». 

Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary; 

See  1  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 
Shakes  the  earth,  and  vails  the  sky: 

"It  is  finished !" 
near  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

2  "  It  is  finished  !"  oh,  what  pleasure 
Do  these  charming  words  afford  I 

Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ,  the  Lord: 

"  It  is  finished  I" 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs; 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme: 

All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name: 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  1 


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O  X  O  Christ  is  God.  r.  robinson. 

Mighty  God  !  while  angels  bless  thee, 

May  a  mortal  lisp  thy  name  ? 
Lord  of  men,  as  well  as  angels ! 

Thou  art  every  creature's  theme: 
Lord  of  every  land  and  nation  ! 

Ancient  of  eternal  days  ! 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation — 

Be  thy  just  and  awful  praise. 

2  For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature, — 
Grand,  beyond  a  seraph's  thought; 

For  the  wonders  of  creation, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought: 
For  thy  providence,  that  governs 

Through  thine  empire's  wide  domain, 
Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow; — 

Blessed  be  thy  gentle  reign. 

3  For  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption, 
Bright,  though  vailed  in  darkness  long, 

Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression; 

Who  can  sing  that  wondrous  song? 
Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory  ! 

Shall  thy  praise  unuttered  lie  ? 
Break,  my  tongue  !  such  guilty  silence, 

Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die: — 

4  From  the  highest  throne  of  glory, 
To  the  cross  of  deepest  woe, 

Came  to  ransom  guilty  captives  ! — 
Flow,  my  praise  |  for  ever  flow: 


Re-ascend,  immortal  Saviour ! 

Leave  thy  footstool,  take  thy  throne; 
Thence  return  and  reign  for  ever; — 

Be  the  kingdom  all  thine  own ! 

**-■-•  "Lo,  Jehovah/"  w.  coode. 

Crown  his  head  with  endless  blessing, 

Who,  in  God  the  Father's  name, 
With  compassions  never  ceasing, 

Comes  salvation  to  proclaim. 
Hail,  ye  saints,  who  know  his  favor, 

Who  within  his  gates  are  found; 
Hail,  ye  saints,  the  exalted  Saviour, 

Let  his  courts  with  praise  resound. 

2  Lo,  Jehovah,  we  adore  thee; 
Thee  our  Saviour  !  thee  our  God  I 

From  his  throne  his  beams  of  glory 
Shine  through  all  the  world  abroad. 

In  his  word  his  light  arises, 

Brightest  beams  of  truth  and  grace; 

Bind,  oh,  bind  your  sacrifices, 
In  his  courts  your  offerings  place. 

3  Jesus,  thee  our  Saviour  hailing, 
Thee  our  God  in  praise  we  own; 

Highest  honors,  never  failing, 
Rise  eternal  round  thy  throne; 

Kow,  ye  saints,  his  power  confessing, 
In  your  grateful  strains  adore; 

For  his  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Flows,  and  flows  for  evermore. 


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And  are  the  tidings  true? 
Yes,  they  beheld  the  Saviour  bleed, 

And  saw  him  living  too. 
"The  Lord  is  risen  indeed !" 

Then  justice  asks  no  more ; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  now  agreed, 

Who  stood  opposed  before. 

2  "The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  1" 
Then  is  his  work  performed; 

The  mighty  Captive  now  is  freed, 
And  death,  our  foe,  disarmed. 

"The  Lord  is  risen  indeed !" 
He  lives  to  die  no  more; 

He  lives,  the  sinner's  cause  to  plead, 
Whose  curse  and  shame  he  bore. 

3  "The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  1" 
Attending  angels  !  hear ; 

Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed 

The  joyful  tidings  bear. 
Then  wake  your  golden  lyres, 

And  strike  each  cheerful  chord; 
Join,  all  ye  bright,  celestial  choirs  I 

To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 


Thou  art  gone  up  on  high 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
And  round  thy  throne  unceasingly 

The  songs  of  praise  arise. 
But  we  are  lingering  here 

With  sin  and  care  oppressed: 
Lord  1  send  thy  promised  Comforter, 

And  lead  us  to  thy  rest ! 

2  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high: 
But  thou  didst  first  come  down, 

Through  earth's  most  bitter  misery 

To  pass  unto  thy  crown. 
And  girt  with  griefs  and  fears 

Our  onward  course  must  be; 
But  only  let  that  path  of  tears 

Lead  us  at  last  to  thee ! 

3  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high : 
But  thou  shalt  come  again 

With  all  the  bright  ones  of  the  sky 

Attendant  in  thy  train. 
Oh,  by  thy  saving  power 

So  make  us  live  and  die, 
That  we  may  stand  in  that  dread  hour 

At  thy  right  hand  on  high ! 


RESURRECTION   AND   REIGN, 


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SIR  GEORGE  J.   ELVEY. 


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Crown  him  with  many  crowns, 

The  Lamb  upon  his  throne; 
Hark  1  how  the  heavenly  anthem  drowns 

All  music  but  its  own  ! 
Awake,  my  soul,  and  sing 

Of  him  who  died  for  thee; 
And  hail  him  as  thy  matchless  King 

Through  all  eternity. 

2  Crown  him  the  Lord  of  love  I 
Behold  his  hands  and  side, — 

Those  wounds,  yet  visible  above, 

In  beauty  glorified: 
No  angel  in  the  sky 

Can  fully  bear  that  sight, 
Cut  downward  bends  his  wondering  eye 

At  mysteries  so  bright. 

3  Crown  him  the  Lord  of  heaven  ! 
One  with  the  Father  known, — 

And  the  blest  Spirit  through  him  given 
From  yonder  Triune  throne  I 

All  hail,  Redeemer,  hail ! 
For  thou  hast  died  for  me: 

Thy  praise  and  glory  shall  not  fail 
Throughout  eternity. 


J.  FANCH,  alt. 


WWl  "The  work  is  done.'' 

Beyond  the  starry  skies, 

Far  as  the  eternal  hills, 
There  in  the  boundless  world  of  light 

Our  great  Redeemer  dwells. 
Around  him  angels  fair 

In  countless  armies  shine; 
And  ever,  in  exalted  lays, 

They  offer  songs  divine. 

2  "Hail,  Prince  of  life!"  they  cry, 

u  Whose  unexampled  love, 
Moved  thee  to  quit  these  glorious  realms 

And  royalties  above." 
And  when  he  stooped  to  earth, 

And  suffered  rude  disdain, 
They  cast  their  honors  at  his  feet, 

And  waited  in  his  train. 

3  They  saw  him  on  the  cross, 

While  darkness  vailed  the  skies, 
And  when  he  burst  the  gates  of  death, 

They  saw  the  conqueror  rise. 
They  thronged  his  chariot  wheels, 

And  bore  him  to  his  throne; 
Then  swept  their  golden  harps  and  sung,— 

"  The  glorious  work  is  done," 


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Into  thy  native  skies, — 

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The  clouds  are  backward  rolled — 
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And  reign  in  light ! 

2  Victor  o'er  death  and  hell  I 
Cherubic  legions  swell 

Thy  radiant  train: 
Praises  all  heaven  inspire; 
Each  angel  sweeps  his  lyre, 
And  waves  his  wings  of  fire, — 

Thou  Lamb  once  slain  ! 

3  Enter,  incarnate  God!  — 
No  feet  but  thine,  have  trod 

The  serpent  down; 


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And  let  thy  name  prevail 

From  age  to  age; 
Lord  of  the  rolling  yearsl 
Claim  for  thine  own  the  spheres, 
For  thou  has  bought  with  tears 

Thy  heritage. 

5  And  then  was  heard  afar 
Star  answering  to  star — 

"  Lo  !  these  have  come, 
Followers  of  him  who  gave 
His  life  their  lives  to  save; 
And  now  their  palms  they  wave, 

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1  kxow  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  ever  prays  for  me: 
A  token  of  his  love  he  gives, 
A  pledge  of  liberty. 

2  I  find  him  lifting  up  my  head; 
He  brings  salvation  near: 

His  presence  makes  me  free  indeed, 
And  he  will  soon  appear. 


3  He  wills  that  I  should  holy  be: 
What  can  withstand  his  will  ? 

The  counsel  of  his  grace  in  me, 
He  surely  shall  fulfill. 

4  Jesus,  I  hang  upon  thy  word: 
I  steadfastly  believe 

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Unto  his  Father's  side. 

2  Thou  art  gone  up  before  us,  Lord, 
To  make  for  us  a  place, 


That  we  may  be  where  now  thou  art, 
And  look  upon  God's  face. 

3  And  ever  on  thine  earthly  path 
A  gleam  of  glory  lies; 

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4  Lift  up  our  hearts,  lift  up  our  minds, 
Let  thy  dear  grace  be  given, 

That  while  we  tarry  here  below, 
Our  treasure  be  in  heaven  1 

5  That  where  thou  art,  at  God's  right  hand, 
Our  hope,  our  love  may  be; 

Dwell  thou  in  us,  that  we  may  dwell 
For  evermore  in  thee ! 


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Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne; 

Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 
"To  be  exalted  thus!" 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!"  our  lips  reply, 
"For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honor  and  power  divine; 

And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine! 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 
And  air,  and  earth,  and  ceas, 

Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 

Of  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb! 


Reconciliation. 


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Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes, 

LTp  to  the  courts  above, 
And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there, 

Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 
And  venture  near  the  Lord: 

No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  seat, 
Nor  double  flaming  sword. 

3  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss 
Are  opened  by  the  Son; 

High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 
And  reach  the  almighty  throne. 

4  To  thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 
Great  Advocate  on  high, 

And  glory  to  the  eternal  King, 
Who  lays  his  anger  by. 


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Come,  let  us  join  our  songs  of  praise 

To  our  ascended  Priest; 
He  entered  heaven  with  all  our  names 

Engraven  on  his  breast. 

2  Below  he  washed  our  guilt  away, 
By  his  atoning  blood; 

Now  he  appears  before  the  throne, 
And  pleads  our  cause  with  God. 

3  Clothed  with  our  nature  still,  he  knows 
The  weakness  of  our  frame, 

And  how  to  shield  us  from  the  foes 
Which  he  himself  o  'ercame. 

4  Nor  time,  nor  distance,  e  'er  shall  quench 
The  fervor  of  his  love ; 

For  us  he  died  in  kindness  here, 
For  us  he  lives  above. 

5  Oh!  may  we  ne'er  forget  his  grace, 
Nor  blush  to  bear  his  name; 

Still  may  our  hearts  hold  fast  his  faith — 
Our  lips  his  praise  proclaim. 

tl/WO  "Crowned with  honor."         t.  kelly. 

The  head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns, 

Is  crowned  with  glory  now; 
A  royal  diadem  adorns 

The  mighty  Victor's  brow. 

2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords, 
Is  his  by  sovereign  right; 

The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords, 
He  reigns  in  glory  bright ; — 

3  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 
The  joy  of  all  below, 

To  whom  he  manifests  his  love, 
And  grants  his  name  to  know. 

4  To  them  the  cross  with  all  its  shame, 
With  all  its  grace,  is  given; 

Their  name — an  everlasting  name, 
Their  joy — the  joy  of  heaven, 


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Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 
Who  from  his  altar  call; 

Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall; 

Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


4  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall; 

Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 

To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

6  Oh,  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall; 

We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


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Ww"  ih  Lord  of  heaven."  ray  palmer. 

0  Christ,  the  Lord  of  heaven !  to  thee 
Clothed  with  all  majesty  divine, 

Eternal  power  and  glory  be  ! 
Eternal  praise,  of  right,  is  thine. 


3  Thy  throne,  0  God,  for  ever  stands: 


Grace  is  the  sceptre  in  thy  hands; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  just  and  right; 
Justice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

4  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  shed 

2  Reign,  Prince  of  life  !  that  once  thy  brow  His  oil  of  gladness  on  thy  head; 
Didst  yield  to  wear  the  wounding  thorn;  And  with  his  Sacred  Spirit  blessed 

Reign,  throned  beside  the  Father  now,        His  first-born  Son  above  the  rest. 
Adored  the  Son  of  God  first-born. 

3  From  angel  hosts  that  round  thee  stand,     dO<w      » King,  Creator,  Lord."     ray  palmer, /* 
With  forms  more  pure  than  spotless  snow,  0  Christ!  our  Kins.  Creator.  Lord  I 


From  the  bright  burning  seraph  band, 
Let  praise  in  loftiest  numbers  flow. 

4  To  thee,  the  Lamb,  our  mortal  songs, 
Born  of  deep  fervent  love,  shall  rise ; 

All  honor  to  thy  name  belongs. 

Our  lips  would  sound  it  to  the  skies. 

5  "Jesus !"— all  earth  shall  speak  the  word;  Breaks  the  firm  bond,  and  frees  our  souls 
"Jesus  |r — all  heaven  resound  it  still: 


Saviour  of  all  who  trust  thy  word  ! 
To  them  who  seek  thee  ever  near, 
Xow  to  our  praises  bend  thine  ear. 

2  In  thy  dear  cross  a  grace  is  found, — 
It  flows  from  every  streaming  wound, — 
Whose  power  our  inbred  sin  controls, 


Immanuel,  Saviour,  Conqueror,  Lord ! 
Thy  praise  the  universe  shall  fill. 

OOl  Psalm  45.  1.  watts. 

Xow  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 
The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, — 
Jesus  the  Lord  :  how  heavenly  fair 
His  form  !  how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 

2  O'er  all  the  sons  of  human  race , 
He  shines  with  a  superior  grace: 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  blessings  all  his  state  compose. 


3  Thou  didst  create  the  stars  of  night; 
Yet  thou  hast  vailed  in  flesh  thy  fight, 
Hast  deigned  a  mortal  form  to  wear 
A  mortal's  painful  lot  to  bear. 

4  When  thou  didst  hang  upon  the  tree, 
The  quaking  earth  acknowledged  thee; 
When  thou  didst  there  yield  up  thy  breath, 
The  world  grew  dark  as  shades  of  death. 

5  Xow  in  the  Father's  glory  high, 
Great  Conqueror  !  never  more  to  die, 
Us  by  thy  mighty  power  defend, 
And  reign  through  ages  without  end. 


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He  lives  !  the  great  Redeemer  lives  ! 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  1 
And  now,  before  his  Father,  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merits  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 
And  justice  armed  with  frowns  appears ; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  ou  his  heart. 

4  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend ! 
On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend; 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 

For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 

O  O  4:  ' •  Behold  the  Way  /"  j.  cennick. 

Jesus,  my  All,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I  '11  go  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  had  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not; 
My  grief,  my  burden,  long  had  been 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 


4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  sinned  and  stumbled  but  the  more; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  Way!" 

5  Lo  !  glad  I  come  ;  and  thou,  dear  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am, 
Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  can  give; 
Nothiug  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell,  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found; 
I  '11  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  ''Behold  the  way  to  God  \n 


A  ionement  made. 


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Xow  to  the  power  of  God  supreme 
Be  everlasting  honors  given ; 

He  saves  from  hell, — we  bless  his  name- 
He  guides  our  wandering  feet  to  heaven. 

2  'Twas  his  own  purpose  that  began 
To  rescue  rebels  doomed  to  die: 

He  gave  us  grace  in  Christ,  his  Son, 
Before  he  spread  the  starry  sky. 

3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  appears  at  last, 

And  makes  his  Father's  counsels  known; 
Declares  the  great  transactions  past, 
And  brings  immortal  blessings  down. 

4  He  dies;  and  in  that  dreadful  night 
Doth  all  the  powers  of  hell  destroy; 

Rising,  he  brings  our  heaven  to  light, 
And  takes  possession  of  the  joy. 


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Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs, — 
The  saints  in  heaven  began  the  strain — 

The  homage  which  to  Christ  belongs: 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain  !" 


2  Slain  to  redeem  us  by  his  blood, 
To  cleanse  from  every  sinful  stain, 

And  make  us  kings  and  priests  to  God — 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain !" 

3  To  him,  enthroned  by  filial  right, 

All  power  in  heaven  and  earth  proclaim, 
Honor,  and  majesty,  and  might: 

"Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain  1" 

4  Long'  as  we  live,  and  when  we  die, 
And  while  in  heaven  with  him  we  reign: 

This  song,  our  song  of  songs  shall  be: 
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ALL  SAINTS.    L,  M. 


WILLIAM  KNAPP. 


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Now  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  us  know 

The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 
Be  humble  honors  paid  below, 

And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 
'Twas  he  who  cleansed  our  foulest  sins, 

And  washed  us  in  his  precious  blood; 
'Tis  he  who  makes  us  priests  and  kings, 

And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 
3  To  Jesus,  our  atoning  Priest, 

To  Jesus,  our  eternal  King, 


Be  everlasting  power  confessed  I 
Let  every  tongue  his  glory  sing. 

4  Behold  !  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 
And  every  eye  shall  see  him  move; 

Though  with  our  sins  we  pierced  him  once, 
He  now  displays  his  pardoning  love. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  shall  wail, 
While  we  rejoice  to  see  the  day; 

Come,  Lord  !  nor  let  thy  promise  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  long  delay. 


EXALTATION  AND   OFFICES. 


131 


OOO  Christ  is  God.  I.  watts. 

What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 
To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 

When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing, 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 

2  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  slain, 

The  Prince  of  Peace  that  groaned  and  died, 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  his  almighty  Father's  side. 

3  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 
Yet  he  sustained  amazing  loss; 

BENNINGTON,    L.  M.  D. 


To  him  ascribe  eternal  might, 

Who  left  his  weakness  on  the  cross. 

4  Honor  immortal  must  be  paid, 
Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn; 

While  glory  shines  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

5  Blessings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 
Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men: 

Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 
And  every  creature  say,  Amen. 


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Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 

Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 
There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

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Ye  everlasting  doors  !  give  way." 
2  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  ethereal  scene: 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right; 

Receive  the  King  of  glory  in. 

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Who  is  this  King  of  glory — who? 

The  Lord  who  all  our  foes  o'ercame ; 
Who  sin,  and  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew; 

And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 

3  Lo  I  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay: — 
"Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  I 

Ye  everlasting  doors  !  give  way. * 
Who  is  this  King  of  glory — who  ? 

The  Lord  of  boundless  power  possessed; 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels,  too, 

God  over  all,  for  ever  blessed. 


THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 


J.  WHITAKER. 


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Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace: 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blesssings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlightened  by  thy  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day; 
Thiue  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin; 
All  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 
And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 


'  Vent,  Creator.' 


E.  caswall,  tr. 


351 

Come,  0  Creator  Spirit  blest ! 
And  in  our  souls  take  up  thy  rest; 
Come,  with  thy  grace,  and  heavenly  aid, 
To  fill  the  hearts  which  thou  hast  made. 

2  Great  Comforter  !  to  thee  we  cry; 
O  highest  gift  of  God  most  high  I 

O  fount  of  life  !  O  fire  of  love  ! 
Send  sweet  anointing  from  above  ! 

3  Kindle  our  senses  from  above, 

And  make  our  hearts  o'erflow  with  love; 
With  patience  firm,  and  virtue  high, 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 

4  Far  from  us  drive  the  foe  we  dread, 
And  grant  us  thy  true  peace  instead; 
So  shall  we  not,  with  thee  for  guide, 
Turn  from  the  path  of  life  aside. 


tFtF/W  "  The  book  unfold."  b.  beddome. 

Come,  blessed  Spirit !  source  of  light ! 

Whose  power  and  grace  are  unconfined, 
Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night — 

The  thicker  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  To  mine  illumined  eyes,  display 

The  glorious  truths  thy  word  reveals; 
Cause  me  to  run  the  heavenly  way, 
Thy  book  unfold,  and  loose  the  seals. 

3  Thine  inward  teachings  make  me  know 
The  mysteries  of  redeeming  love, 

The  vanity  of  things  below, 

And  excellence  of  things  above. 

4  While  through  this  dubious  maze  I  stray, 
Spread,  like  the  sun,  thy  beams  abroad, 

To  show  the  dangers  of  the  way, 
And  guide  my  feeble  steps  to  God. 

OtlO  Spirit  of  grace.  P.  doddridge. 

Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  fill  the  coldest  heart  with  love: 
Oh,  turn  to  flesh  the  flinty  stone, 
And  let  thy  sovereign  power  be  known. 

2  Speak  thou,  and  from  the  haughtiest  eyes 
Shall  floods  of  contrite  sorrow  rise; 
While  all  their  glowing  souls  are  borne 

To  seek  that  grace  which  now  they  scorn. 

3  Oh,  let  a  holy  flock  await 

In  crowds  around  thy  temple-gate ! 
Each  pressing  on  with  zeal  to  be 
A  living  sacrifice  to  thee. 


THE  HOLY   SPIRIT, 


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Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above: 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide  \ 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 


2  To  us  the  light  of  truth  display, 
And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way; 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 

That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 
That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God ; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 
Xor  let  us  from  his  precepts  stray. 

4  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
To  be  with  him  for  ever  blest; 

Lead  us  to  heaven,  its  bliss  to  share — 
Fullness  of  joy  for  ever  there  ! 


ZEPHYR,    L,  M. 


W.  B.  BRADBURY. 


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1.  Sore  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh. 'T  is  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart ;  Else  would  my  hopes  forever  die.  And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 


trtftf  The  Spirit  near.  a.   Steele. 

Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh, 
'Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart; 

Else  would  my  hopes  for  ever  die, 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

2  "Whene'er,  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 
With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires, — 

Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine, 
That  animates  these  strong  desires? 

3  And,  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say,— 
I  love  my  God  and  taste  his  grace, — 

Lord !  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray, 

That  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace  ? 

4  Let  thy  good  Spirit  in  my  heart 
For  ever  dwell,  0  God  of  love  I 


And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart, — 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 

" " "  Giver  of  Rest.  stewart. 

Come,  Holy  Spirit  1  calm  my  mind, 
And  fit  me  to  approach  my  God; 
Remove  each  vain,  each  worldly  thought, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  blest  abode. 

2  Hast  thou  imparted  to  my  soul 
A  living  spark  of  holy  fire  ? 

Oh,  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame; 
Make  me  to  burn  with  pure  desire-. 

3  A  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart, 
And  let  me  now  my  Saviour  see; 

Oh,  soothe  and  cheer  my  burdened  heart, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest  in  thee. 


136 


THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 


STEPHENS, 
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CM, 


WM.  JONES. 


1.  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  hearenly  Dove !  With  all  thy  quickening  powers,  Bndleaflaraeof  sa-cred  lore   In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 


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Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove ! 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 

In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  1  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ! 

Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs ; 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 


Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 
At'this  poor  dying  rate — 

Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  ! 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers; 

Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


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O  Holy  Ghost,  the  Comforter, 

How  is  thy  love  despised, 
While  the  heart  longs  for  sympathy 

And  friends  are  idolized. 

2  0  Spirit  of  the  living  God, 
Brooding  with  dove-like  wings 

Over  the  helpless  and  the  weak 
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3  Where  should  our  feebleness  find  strength. 
Our  helplessness  a  stay, 


Didst  thou  not  bring  us  hope  and  help, 
And  comfort,  day  by  day  ? 

4  Great  are  thy  consolations,  Lord. 
And  mighty  is  thy  power, 

In  sickness  and  in  solitude, 
In  sorrow's  darkest  hour. 

5  Oh,  if  the  souls  that  now  despise 
And  grieve  thee,  heavenly  Dove, 

Would  seek  thee,  and  would  welcome  thee, 
How  would  they  prize  thy  love  ! 


THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 


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Great  Comforter,  descend,  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 
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4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come; 

And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 


OOl/  Sanctification.  T.  COTTERILL. 

Eternal  Spirit,  God  of  truth, 

Our  contrite  hearts  inspire; 
Revive  the  flame  of  heavenly  love, 

And  feed  the  pure  desire 

2  'T  is  thine  to  soothe  the  sorrowing  mind, 
With  guilt  and  fear  oppressed ; 

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And  give*  the  weary  rest. 

3  Subdue  the  power  of  every  sin, 
Whate'er  that  sin  may  be, 

That  we,  with  humble,  holy  heart, 
May  worship  only  thee. 

4  Then  with  our  spirits  witness  bear 
That  we  are  sons  of  God, 

Redeemed  from  sin,  from  death  and  hell, 
Through  Christ's  atoning  blood. 


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THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 


HAYDtf.    S.  M, 


P.  J.  HAYDN. 


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Let  thy  bright  beams  arise; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 

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2  Convince  us  of  our  sin; 
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And  new-create  the  whole. 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come; 
Our  minds  from  bondage  free; 

Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  thee. 


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And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

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3  Mine  will  the  profit  be, 

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And  unto  thee  will  I  devote 
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Come,  Spirit,  source  of  light, 

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The  darkness  of  the  mind. 
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The  mysteries  of  thy  love, 

The  vanity  of  things  below, 
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4  "While  through  this  maze  we  stray, 
Oh,  spread  thy  beams  abroad; 

Disclose  the  dangers  of  the  way, 
And  guide  our  steps  to  God. 


365 


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J.    MONTGOMERY. 


'Tis  God  the  Spirit  leads 
In  paths  before  unknown; 

The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  his  own. 

2  Supported  by  his  grace 
We  still  pursue  our  way; 

And  hope  at  last  to  reach  the  prize, 
Secure  in  endless  day. 

3  'Tis  he  that  works  to  will, 
'Tis  he  that  works  to  do; 

His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too. 


OLNET.    S.  M, 


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2  Holy  Ghost !  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine; 
Long  hath  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 


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Gracious  Spirit,  Love  divine  ! 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  with  thy  heavenly  love. 
2  Speak  thy  pardoning  grace  to  me, 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God; 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 


3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, — 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord  !  for  ever  thine. 


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Shed  on  us,  from  above, 

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Divinely  good  thou  art; 
Thy  sacred  gifts  impart, 
To  gladden  each  sad  heart; 

Oh,  come  to-day ! 

2  Come,  tenderest  Friend,  and  best, 
Our  most  delightful  Guest ! 

With  sooothing  power; 
Rest,  which  the  weary  know; 
Shade,  'mid  the  noontide  glow  ; 
Peace,  when  deep  griefs  o'erflow; 

Cheer  us,  this  hour  ! 

3  Come,  Light  serene  !  and  still 
Our  inmost  bosoms  fill; 

Dwell  in  each  breast: 
We  know  no  dawn  but  thine; 
Send  forth  thy  beams  divine, 
On  our  dark  souls  to  shine, 

And  make  us  blest. 

4  Exalt  our  low  desires; 
Extinguish  passion's  fires; 

Heal  every  wound; 
Our  stubborn  spirits  bend; 
Our  icy  coldness  end; 
Our  devious  steps  attend, 

While  heavenward  bound. 

5  Come,  all  the  faithful  bless, 
Let  all,  who  Christ  confess, 

His  praise  employ: 
Give  virtue's  rich  reward; 


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And,  with  our  glorious  Lord, 
Eternal  joy ! 


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"Let  there  be  light."  j.  Marriott. 

Thou  I  whose  almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight, 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 
And,  where  the  gospel's  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 

"Let  there  be  light!" 

2  Thou  !  who  didst  come  to  bring, 
On  thy  redeeming  wing, 

Healing  and  sight, 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind, — 
Oh,  now  to  all  mankind, 

"Let  there  be  light  I " 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving  holy  Dove ! 

Speed  forth  thy  flight: 
Move  o'er  the  waters'  'face, 
Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place, 

"Let  there  be  light!" 

4  Blessed  and  holy  Three, 
All-glorious  Trinity, — 

Wisdom,  Love,  Might ! 
Boundless  as  ocean's  tide 
Rolling  in  fullest  pride, 
Through  the  world,  far  and  wide, — 

"Let  there  be  light!" 


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Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 
2  Holy  Ghost !  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine; 
Long  hath  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 


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Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

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Gracious  Spirit,  Love  divine ! 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Pill  me  with  thy  heavenly  love. 
2  Speak  thy  pardoning  grace  to  me, 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free; 
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Seal  salvation  on  my  heart; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, — 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord  1  for  ever  thine. 


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Come,  Holy  Ghost !  in  love, 
Shed  on  us,  from  above, 

Thine  own  bright  ray: 
Divinely  good  thou  art; 
Thy  sacred  gifts  impart, 
To  gladden  each  sad  heart; 

Oh,  come  to-day ! 

2  Come,  tenderest  Friend,  and  best, 
Our  most  delightful  Guest ! 

With  sooothing  power; 
Rest,  which  the  weary  know; 
Shade,  'mid  the  noontide  glow ; 
Peace,  when  deep  griefs  o'erflow; 

Cheer  us,  this  hour  ! 

3  Come,  Light  serene  !  and  still 
Our  inmost  bosoms  fill; 

Dwell  in  each  breast: 
We  know  no  dawn  but  thine; 
Send  forth  thy  beams  divine, 
On  our  dark  souls  to  shine, 

And  make  us  blest. 

4  Exalt  our  low  desires; 
Extinguish  passion's  fires; 

Heal  every  wound; 
Our  stubborn  spirits  bend; 
Our  icy  coldness  end ; 
Our  devious  steps  attend, 

While  heavenward  bound. 

5  Come,  all  the  faithful  bless, 
Let  all,  who  Christ  confess, 

His  praise  employ: 
Give  virtue's  rich  reward; 


Victorious  death  accord, 
And,  with  our  glorious  Lord, 
Eternal  joy ! 

OOtJ  u  Let  there  be  light"  j.  Marriott. 

Thou  !  whose  almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight, 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 
And,  where  the  gospel's  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 

"Let  there  be  light!" 

2  Thou  !  who  didst  come  to  bring, 
On  thy  redeeming  wing, 

Healing  and  sight, 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind, — 
Oh,  now  to  all  mankind, 

"Let  there  be  light  1" 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving  holy  Dove ! 

Speed  forth  thy  flight: 
Move  o'er  the  waters'  'face, 
Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place, 

"Let  there  be  light!'' 

4  Blessed  and  holy  Three, 
All-glorious  Trinity, — 

Wisdom,  Love,  Might ! 
Boundless  as  ocean's  tide 
Rolling  in  fullest  pride, 
Through  the  world,  far  and  wide, 

"Let  there  be  light!" 


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THE    HOLY    SPIRIT 


"'"c.  M.  Pentecost.  j.  keble. 

When    God,  of   old,    came    down  from 
heaven, 

In  power  and  wrath  he  came ; 
Before  his  feet  the  clouds  were  riven, 

Half  darkness  and  half  flame. 

2  But  when  he  came  the  second  time, 
He  came  in  power  and  love  ; 

Softer  than  gales  at  morning  prime, 
Hovered  his  holy  Dove. 

3  The  fires  that  rushed  on  Sinai  down 
In  sudden  torrents  dread, 

Now  gently  light  a  glorious  crown 
On  every  sainted  head. 

4  Like    arrows    went    those    lightnings 

forth, 
Winged  with  the  sinner's  doom  • 
But  these,  like  tongues,  o'er  all  the  earth 
Proclaiming  life  to  come. 


Oil.   7S.         "  The  thing?  of  Christ."     \v.  hammond. 

Holy  Spirit !  gently  come, 
Raise  us  from  our  fallen  state  ; 

Fix  thy  everlasting  home 

In  the  hearts  thou  didst  create. 

2  Now  thy  quickening  influence  bring, 
On  our  spirits  sweetly  move  j 

Open  every  mouth  to  sing 
Jesus'  everlasting  love. 

3  Take  the  things  of  Christ,  and  show 
What  our  Lord  for  us  hath  done  ; 

May  we  God  the  Father  know 
Through  his  well-beloved  Son. 

«><«  7Si  6s,  8s.         The  Witness.  A.  M.  toplady. 

Blessed  Comforter,  come  down, 

And  live  and  move  in  me  j 
Make  my  every  deed  thy  own, 

In  all  things  led  by  thee  ; 
Bid  my  every  lust  depart, 

And  now  with  me,  vouchsafe  to  dwell  j 
Faithful  Witness,  in  my  heart 

Thy  perfect  love  reveal. 
2  Let  me  in  thy  love  rejoice, 

Thy  shrine,  thy  pure  abode; 
Tell  me,  by  thine  inward  voice, 

I  am  a  child  of  God : 
Lord,  I  choose  the  better  part ; 

Jesus,  I  wait  thy  peace  to  feel  j 
Send  the  witness,  in  my  heart 

The  Holy  Ghost  reveal. 


°  •  &  c.  M.  The  Promise.  H.'  aubbr. 

Our  blest  Hedeemer,  ere  he  breathed 

His  tender,  last  farewell, 
A  Guide,  a  Comforter  bequeathed, 

With  us  on  earth  to  dwell. 

2  He  came  in  tongues  of  living  flame, 
To  teach,  convince,  subdue  ; 

All  powerful  as  the  wind  he  came, 
And  all  as  viewless,  too. 

3  He  came,  sweet  influence  to  impart,  • 
A  gracious,  willing  Guest, 

While  he  can  find  one  humble  heart 
Wherein  to  fix  his  rest. 

4  And  every  virtue  we  possess, 
And  every  victory  won, 

And  every  thought  of  holiness, 
Is  his  and  his  alone. 

5  Spirit  of  purity  and  grace  ! 
Our  weakness  pitying  see  ; 

Oh,  make  our  hearts  thy  dwelling-place, 
Purer  and  worthier  thee  ! 

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I  *  7s,  5s.       w  Comforter  Divine  I  "        g.  rawson. 

Holy  Ghost,  the  Infinite  ! 
Shine  upon  our  nature's  night 
With  thy  blessed  inward  light, 
Comforter  Divine  ! 

2  We  are  sinful :  cleanse  us,  Lord  j 
We  are  faint :  thy  strength  afford  j 
Lost, — until  by  thee  restored, 

Comforter  Divine  ! 

3  Like  the  dew,  thy  peace  distill  j 
Guide,  subdue  our  wayward  will, 
Things  of  Christ  unfolding  still, 

Comforter  Divine ! 


4  In  us,  for  us,  intercede, 
And,  with  voiceless  groanings, 
Our  unutterable  need, 

Comforter  Divine ! 

5  In  us  "  Abba,  Father,"  cry,- 
Earnest  of  our  bliss  on  high, 
Seal  of  immortality, — 

Comforter  Divine ! 


6  Search  for  us  the  depths  of  God  j 
Bear  us  up  the  starry  road, 
To  the  height  of  thine  abode, 
Comforter  Divine ! 


THE    HOLY     SPIRIT. 


143 


QWf  W.    H.    BATHURST. 

OlOs.M.  The  Light. 

Lord,  bid  thy  light  arise 

On  all  thy  people  here, 
And  when  we  raise  our  longing  eyes, 

Oh,  may  we  find  thee  near  ! 

2  Thy  Holy  Spirit  send, 
To  quicken  every  soul ; 

And  hearts,  the  most  rebellious,  bend 
To  thy  divine  control. 

3  Let  all  that  own  thy  name 
Thy  sacred  image  bear ; 

And  light  in  every  heart  the  flame 
Of  watchfulness  and  prayer. 

4  Since  in  thy  love  we  see 
Our  only  sure  relief, 

Oh,  raise  our  earthly  minds  to  thee, 
And  help  our  unbelief. 

W<l)  l.  m.  Quiet  Influence.  t.  gibbons. 

As  when  in  silence  vernal  showers 
Descend  and  cheer  the  fainting  flowers, 
So,  in  the  secrecy  of  love, 
Palls  the  sweet  influence  from  above. 

2  That  heavenly  influence  let  me  find 
In  holy  silence  of  the  mind, 

While  every  grace  maintains  its  bloom, 
Diffusing  wide  its  rich  perfume. 

3  Nor  let  these  blessings  be  confined 
To  me,  but  poured  on  all  mankind, 
Till  earth's  wild  wastes  in  verdure  rise, 
And  a  young  Eden  bless  our  eyes. 

"  »   •    l.  M.  Veni,  Creator.  j.  dryden,  tr. 

Creator  Spirit,  by  whose  aid 
The  world's  foundations  first  were  laid, 
Come,  visit  every  waiting  mind ; 
Come,  pour  thy  joys  on  human -kind. 

2  Thrice  holy  Fount,  thrice  holy  Fire, 
Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire  -} 
Come,  and  thy  sacred  unction  bring 
To  sanctify  us,  while  we  sing. 

3  0  Source  of  uncreated  light, 
The  Father's  promised  Paraclete, — 
From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free, 
And  make  us  temples  worthy  thee  ! 

4  Make  us  eternal  truths  receive, 
And  practise  all  that  we  believe  ; 
Give  us  thyself,  that  we  may  see 
The  Father  and  the  Son,  by  thee. 


C.  WESLEY, 


d  i  O  c>  jr.  Invocation. 

Come,  Holy  Ghost !  our  hearts  inspire, 
Let  us  thine  influence  prove  ; 

Source  of  the  old  prophetic  fire  ! 
Fountain  of  life  and  love  ! 

2  Water  with  heavenly  dew  thy  word, 
In  this  appointed  hour ; 

Attend  it  with  thy  presence,  Lord, 
And  bid  it  come  with  power. 

3  Open  the  hearts  of  them  that  hear, 
To  make  the  Saviour  room  ; 

ITow  let  us  find  redemption  near  j 
Let  faith  by  hearing  come. 

did    H.  M.  Luke   II  :    13.  J.  BURTON. 

O  thou  that  nearest  prayer  ! 

Attend  our  humble  cry  j 
And  let  thy  servants  share 

Thy  blessing  from  on  high  : 
We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word, 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord ! 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 
Their  children  when  they  cry  j 

If  they,  with  love  sincere, 

Their  children's  wants  supply ; 
Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  thy  children  pray. 

3  Our  heavenly  Father,  thou, — 
We — children  of  thy  grace, — 

Oh,  let  thy  Spirit  now 

Descend  and  fill  the  place  j 
That  all  may  feel  the  heavenly  flame 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 

wCTv  l.  m.  " Baptize  the  Nations  I '  "  j.  Montgomery. 

0  Spirit  of  the  living  God, 
In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace, 

Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire  and  hearts  of  love, 
To  preach  the  reconciling  word  j 

Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light  j 
Confusion,  order,  in  thy  path  ; 

Souls    without    strength    inspire    with 
might  j 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  Baptize  the  nations  !  far  and  nigh, 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record  j 

The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 

Till  every  people  call  him  Lord. 


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Oh,  where  shall  rest  be  found — 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul? 
'T  were  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 

Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 
The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh: 

*Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
There  is  a  life  above, 


Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath: 

Oh,  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  1 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace  ! 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun; 

Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 


GOETON.    S,  M. 


FROM  BEETHOVEN. 


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Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ  the  heavenly  Lamb 
Takes  all  our  sins  away, 

A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 


While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 
The  burdens  thou  didst  bear, 

When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  dying  love. 


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And  knew  not  where  to  go; 
One  solemn  truth  increased  my  pain, 
"The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

Or  sink  to  endless  woe. 

2  I  heard  the  law  its  thunders  roll, 
While  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul — 

A  vast  oppressive  load; 
All  creature-aid  I  saw  was  vain; 
u  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

3  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
The  bleeding  Saviour  passed  that  way, 

My  bondage  to  remove. 
The  sinner,  once  by  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

MEEIEAH.    C.  P.  M. 

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WO  a  u  In  jeopardy" 

Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas,  I  stand, 

Secure !  insensible ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

2  0  God !  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress: 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me  ere  it  be  too  late; 

Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

3  Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar; 
And  tell  me,  Lord  1  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ! 


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OOO  The  load  of  Sin.  a.  stee 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 

Unconscious  of  its  load  ! 
The  heart,  unchanged,  can  never  rise 

To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught,  beneath  a  power  divine, 
The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 

?T  is  thine,  almighty  Spirit  1  thine, 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

3  'Tis  thine,  the  passions  to  recall, 
And  upward  bid  them  rise; 

To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darkened  eyes  ; — 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 
And  bid  the  sinner  live; 

A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

5  Oh  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 
And  give  them  life  divine; 

Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 
Almighty  Lord  !  be  thine. 

OOvF  No  escape.  i.  watts. 

In  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God 

By  methods  of  our  own: 
Nothing,  O  Saviour  !  but  thy  blood 

Can  bring  us  near  the  throne. 

2  The  threatenings  of  the  broken  law 

Impress  the  soul  with  dread: 
If  God  his  sword  of  vengeance  draw, 

It  strikes  the  spirit  dead. 


3  But  thine  illustrious  sacrifice 
Hath  answered  these  demands; 

And  peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies 
Are  offered  by  thy  hands. 

4  Tis  by  thy  death  we  live,  O  Lord  I 
'Tis  on  thy  cross  we  rest: 

For  ever  be  thy  love  adored, 
Thy  name  for  ever  blessed. 

OO  I  "Sin  revived'.  I  died."  i.  watts. 

Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was, 
And  felt  no  inward  dread  ! 

1  was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heaven  were  firm  and  bright ; 
But  since  the  precept  came 

With  a  convincing  power  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

3  My  guilt  appeared  but  small  before, 
Till  terribly  I  saw 

How  perfect,  holy,  just,  and  pure, 
Was  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  soul  the  heavy  load; 
My  sins  revived  again: 

I  had  provoked  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  slain. 

5  My  God,  I  cry  with  every  breath 
For  some  kind  power  to  save, 

To  break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  slave. 


MAN'S   LOST  COND 


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1.  Vain  are  the  hopes,  the  sons  of  men  Ou  their  own  works  have  built ;  Their  hearts,  by  nature,  all  unclean,  And  all  their  actions,  guilt. 


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Tain  are  the  hopes,  the  sons  of  men 
On  their  own  works  have  built ; 

Their  hearts,  by  nature,  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions,  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  stop  their  mouths, 
Without  a  murmuring  word; 

And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  stand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  Jesus  !  how  glorious  is  thy  grace; — 
When  in  thy  name  we  trust, 

Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness, 
That  makes  the  sinner  just. 

HUMMEL.    CM. 


Oo\l  The  Strait  Way.  I.  watts. 

Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait, 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high; 

'Tis  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate 
While  crowds  mistake  and  die. 

2  Beloved  self  must  be  denied, 
The  mind  and  will  renewed, 

Passion  suppressed,  and  patience  tried, 
And  vain  desires  subdued. 

3  Lord  !  can  a  feeble,  helpless  worm 
Fulfill  a  task  so  hard  ! 

Thy  grace  must  all  my  work  perform, 
And  give  the  free  reward. 

C.  ZEUNER. 


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Ot/U  The  Soul  ruined.  I.  watts. 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  I 
Our  sin — how  deep  it  stains  ! 

And  Satan  holds  our  captive  minds 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there 's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace, 
Sounds  from  the  sacred  word ; 

"  Ho !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  a  pardoning  Lord." 

3  My  soul  obeys  the  almighty  call, 
And  runs  to  this  relief ; 

I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord: 
Oh,  help  my  unbelief ! 

4  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 
On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall; 

Be  thou  my  Strength  and  Righteousness, 
My  Saviour  and  my  All. 
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*-*  v  X  Utter  helplessness.  I.  watts. 

Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 
Nor  rites  that  God  has  given, 

Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  heaven. 

2  The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone 
Creates  us  heirs  of  grace ; 

Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new,  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  some  heavenly  wind, 
Breathes  on  the  sons  of  flesh, 

New-models  all  the  carnal  mind, 
And  forms  the  man  afresh. 

4  Our  quickened  souls  awake  and  rise 
From  the  long  sleep  of  death ; 

On  heavenly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 
And  praise  employs  our  breath. 


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Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 

And  thousands  walk  together  there; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 

With  here  and  there  a  traveler. 
2  "Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross," — 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command: 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 

If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

BEPENTANCE.  L.  M. 


3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 

Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord !  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain: 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new; 

Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

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Jesus,  engrave  it  on  my  heart, 
That  thou  the  one  thing  needful  art; 

1  could  from  all  things  parted  be, 
But  never,  never,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  Needful  is  thy  most  precious  blood, 
To  reconcile  my  soul  to  God; 
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Through  all  life's  dark  and  weary  way; 
Nor  less  in  death  thou 'It  needful  be, 
To  bring  my  spirit  home  to  thee. 

4  Then  needful  still,  my  God,  my  King, 
Thy  name  eternally  I  '11  sing  ! 

Glory  and  praise  be  ever  his, — 
The  one  thing  needful  Jesus  is ! 


MANS   LOST   CONDITION, 


149 


PRAYER,    S.  Iff. 


LEON'ARD  MARSHALL. 


1.  Can  sinners  hope  for  heaven.  Who  lore  this  world  so  well  ?  Or  dream  of  fn  •  tnre  hap  -  pi  -  ness,  While  on  the  road  to    hell  ? 


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Can  sinners  hope  for  heaven, 
Who  love  this  world  so  well  ? 

Or  dream  of  future  happiness, 
While  on  the  road  to  hell  ? 

2  Shall  they  hosannas  sing, 
With  an  unhallowed  tongue  ? 

Shall  palms  adorn  the  guilty  hand 
Which  does  its  neighbor  wrong  ? 

3  Thy  grace,  0  God,  alone, 
Good  hope  can  e'er  afford ! 

The  pardoned  and  the  pure  shall  see 
The  glory  of  the  Lord. 

OtJO  "Ail downward."  I.  watts. 

Like  sheep  we  went  astray, 

And  broke  the  fold  of  God — 
Each  wandering  in  a  different  way, 

But  all  the  downward  road. 
2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour, 

AY  hen  God  our  wanderings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 

Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  ! 


3  How  glorious  was  the  grace, 
When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke ! 

His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays, 
A  ransom  for  the  flock. 

4  But  God  shall  raise  his  head, 
O'er  all  the  sons  of  men, 

And  make  him  see  a  numerous  seed, 
To  recompense  his  pain. 

*'*7*-'  "Jesus  only."  h.  bonar. 

Not  what  these  hands  have  done 

Can  save  this  guilty  soul: 
Not  what  this  toiling  flesh  has  borne 

Can  make  my  spirit  whole. 

2  Xot  what  I  feel  or  do 

Can  give  me  peace  with  God; 
Not  all  my  prayers,  and  sighs,  and  tears, 
Can  bear  my  awful  load. 

3  Thy  work  alone,  0  Christ, 
Can  ease  this  weight  of  sin; 

Thy  blood  alone,  0  Lamb  of  God, 
Can  give  me  peace  within. 


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A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify, 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 
2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill; 
Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 

To  do  my  Master's  will. 


C.  WESLEY. 


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3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 
As  in  thy  sight  to  live; 

And  oh,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  on  thyself  rely, 

Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  for  ever  die. 


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There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 

Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day; 

And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  power, 

Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

FOUNTAIN.    CM. 


5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I  '11  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

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tf  tf  U  The  Gospel.  s.  medley. 

Oh,  what  amazing  words  of  grace 

Are  in  the  gospel  found, 
Suited  to  every  sinner's  case 

Who  hears  the  joyful  sound ! 

2  Come,  then,  with  all   your   wants   and 
Your  every  burden  bring;         [wounds; 

Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abounds, — 
A  deep  celestial  spring. 

3  This  spring  with  living  water  flows, 
And  heavenly  joy  imparts: 

Come,  thirsty  souls  !  your  wants  disclose 
And  drink,  with  thankful  hearts. 


WESTERN  AIR. 


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Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 

1  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found — 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'T  was  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 
And  grace  my  fears  relieved; 

How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed  I 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 
I  have  already  come; 

'Tis  grace  hath  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  Yea — when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 

1  shall  possess,  within  the  vail, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 


5  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine; 
But  God,  who  called  me  here  below, 

Will  be  for  ever  mine. 

*"■*■  "Salvation."  I.  WATTS. 

Salvation  ! — oh,  the  joyful  sound  I 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears; 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 

A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 
At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay; — 

But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  ! — let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around; 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 


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THE  GOSPEL  OF   GRACE. 


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the  mountain,  His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  flows  from 
For  Adam's  lost  race  Christ  hath  opened  the  fountain. 

a  fountain;  Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  etc. 

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gression,  to  the  shore; 

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the  Saviour  !  And  sing  of  salvation  for  ever  and  ever  ! 
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But  one  was  out  on  the  hills  away, 

Far  off  from  the  gates  of  gold — 
Away  on  the  mountains  wild  and  bare, 
Away  from  the  tender  Shepherd's  care. 

2  "  Lord ,  thou  hast  here  thy  ninety  and  nine : 
Are  they  nx>t  enough  for  thee?" 

But  the  Shepherd  made  answer:  "This  of 
Has  wandered  away  from  me:        [mine 

And  although  the  road  be  rough  and  steep 

I  go  to  the  desert  to  find  my  sheep." 


3  But  none  of  the  ransomed  ever  knew 
How  deep  were  the  waters  crossed; 

Xor  how  dark  was  the  night  that  the  Lord 
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Ere  he  found  his  sheep  that  was  lost; 
Out  in  the  desert  he  heard  its  cry — 
'Twas  helpless  and  sick,  and  ready  to  die. 

4  But  all  through  the  mountains,  thunder- 
And  up  from  the  rocky  steep,       [riven, 

There  rose  a  cry  to  the  gate  of  heaven, 
"Rejoice  !  I  have  found  my  sheep  !" 
And  the  angels  echoed  around  the  throne, 
"Rejoice,  for  the  Lord  brings  back  his  own  I" 


S.  MEDLEY. 


4:U'x    l.  m.    Loving-kindness. 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me: 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  free  1 
2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate: 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  great  1 


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Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along: 

His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  strong ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood: 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  good  I 


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Arise,  my  soul,  arise  ! 

Shake  oif  thy  guilty  fears; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears; 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands: 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 
For  me  to  intercede, 

His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  My  God  is  reconciled; 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child; 
I  can  no  longer  fear; 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 


:rvU  Year  of  Jubilee.  c.  wesley. 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow; — 
The  gladly  solemn  sound; — 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come: 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High-Priest, 
Hath  full  atonement  made; 

Ye  weary  spirits,  rest; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  all-atoning  Lamb; 

Redemption  in  his  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


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In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 

Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 
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2  And  lest  the  shadow  of  a  spot 
Should  on  my  soul  be  found, 

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How  far  the  heavenly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear  ! 
These  ornaments,  how  bright  they  shine  ! 

How  white  the  garments  are  ! 

3  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith  and  love, 

And  hope  and  every  grace; 
But  Jesus  spent  his  life  to  work 

The  robe  of  righteousness. 
Strangely,  my  soul,  art  thou  arrayed, 

By  the  great  sacred  Three; 
In  sweetest  harmony  of  praise, 

Let  all  thy  powers  agree 


W.    H     BATHURST. 


a"<3  "Jesus  died  for  me." 

Great  God,  when  I  approach  thy  throne, 

And  all  thy  glory  see; 
This  is  my  stay,  and  this  alone, 

That  Jesus  died  for  me. 

2  How  can  a  soul  condemned  to  die, 
Escape  the  just  decree  ? 

Helpless,  and  full  of  sin  am  I, 
But  Jesus  died  for  me. 

3  Burdened  with  sin's  oppressive  chain, 
Oh,  how  can  I  get  free  ? 

No  peace  can  all  my  efforts  gain, 
But  Jesus  died  for  me. 

4  And  Lord,  when  I  behold  thy  face, 
This  must  be  all  my  plea; 

Save-  me  by  thy  almighty  grace, 
For  Jesus  died  for  me. 


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Jesus, — and  didst  thou  leave  the  sky, 

To  bear  our  griefs  and  woes  ? 
And  didst  thou  bleed,  and  groan  and  die, 

For  thy  rebellious  foes? 

2  Well  might  the  heavens  with  wonder  view 
A  love  so  strange  as  thine  ! 

No  thought  of  angels  ever  knew 
Compassion  so  divine ! 

3  Is  there  a  heart  that  will  not  bend 
To  thy  divine  control  ? 

Descend,  0  sovereign  love,  descend, 
And  melt  that  stubborn  soul. 

4  Oh  !  may  our  willing  hearts  confess 
Thy  sweet,  thy  gentle  sway; 

Glad  captives  of  thy  matchless  grace, 
Thy  righteous  rule  obey. 


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THE    GOSPEL  OF    GRACE. 


ALL  TO  CHRIST,    P.  M, 


T.  T.  GRAPE. 


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1  hear  the  Saviour  say, 

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Child  of  weakness,  watch  and  pray, 

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And  melt  the  heart  of  stone. — Cho. 


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4  When  from  my  dying  bed 
My  ransomed  soul  shall  rise, 

Then  "Jesus  paid  it  all" 

Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies. — Cho. 

5  And  when  before  the  throne 
I  stand  in  him  complete, 

I'll  lay  my  trophies  down, 

All  down  at  Jesus'  feet. — Cho. 


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1  hear  thy  welcome  voice, 
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For  cleansing  in  thy  precious  blood, 
That  flowed  on  Calvary. 

Cho. — I  am  coming,  Lord  I 

Coming  now  to  thee; 
Wash  me,  cleanse  me,  in  the  blood 
That  flowed  on  Calvary ! 

2  Though  coming  weak  and  vile, 
Thou  dost  my  strength  assure; 


Thou  dost  my  vileness  fully  cleanse, 
Till  spotless  all,  and  pure. — Cho. 

3  'Tis  Jesus  calls  me  on 
To  perfect  faith  and  love, 

To  perfect  hope,  and  peace,  and  trust, 
For  earth  and  heaven  above. — Cho. 

4  All  hail !  atoning  blood  ! 
All  hail !  redeeming  grace  ! 

All  hail !  the  gift  of  Christ,  our  Lord, 
Our  Strength  and  Righteousness. — Cho. 


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From  the  cross  uplifted  high, 
Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  sounds  we  hear, 
Bursting  on  the  ravished  ear  ! — 
"Love's  redeeming  work  is  done — 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 
2  "  Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne- 
Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan  ? 
On  my  pierced  body  laid, 
Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid — 
Bow  the  knee,  and  kiss  the  Son — 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 


3  "Spread  for  thee,  the  festal  board 
See  with  richest  bounty  stored; 

To  thy  Father's  bosom  pressed, 
Thou  shalt  be  a  child  confessed, 
Never  from  his  house  to  roam; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come ! 

4  "  Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end — 
Lo,  I  come — your  Saviour,  Friend  1 
Safe  your  spirit  to  convey 

To  the  realms  of  endless  day, 

Up  to  my  eternal  home — 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come ! n 


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Tell  me  the  old,  old  story 

Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  his  glory, 

Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 
Tell  me  the  story  simply, 

As  to  a  little  child, 
For  I  am  weak  and  weary, 

And  helpless  and  defiled. — Cho. 
2  Tell  me  the  story  slowly, 

That  I  may  take  it  in — 
That  wonderful  Redemption, 

God's  remedy  for  sin  ! 
Tell  me  the  story  often, 

For  I  forget  so  soon ! 
The  "early  dew"  of  morning 

Has  passed  away  at  noon  ! — Cho. 


3  Tell  me  the  story  softly, 
With  earnest  tones  and  grave; 

Remember  !  I'm  the  sinner 

Whom  Jesus  came  to  save. 
Tell  me  that  story  always, 

If  you  would  really  be, 
In  any  time  of  trouble, 

A  comforter  to  me. — Cho. 

4  Tell  me  the  same  old  story, 
When  you  have  cause  to  fear 

That  this  world's  empty  glory 

Is  costing  me  too  dear. 
Yes,  and  when  that  world's  glory 

Is  dawning  on  my  soul, 
Tell  me  the  old,  old  story: 

" Christ  Jesus  makes  thee  whole," — Cho. 


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Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  his  glory, 
Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 

1  love  to  tell  the  story, 
Because  I  know  'tis  true; 

It  satisfies  my  longings 

As  nothing  else  can  do. — Cho. 

2  I  love  to  tell  the  story: 
'Tis  pleasant  to  repeat 

What  seems  each  time  I  tell  it, 

More  wonderfully  sweet. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story: 

For  some  have  never  heard 
The  message  of  salvation, 

From  God's  own  holy  word. — Cho. 

3  I  love  to  tell  the  story; 
For  those  who  know  it  best 

Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 

To  hear  it  like  the  rest. 
And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 

I  sing  the  New,  New  Song, 
'Twill  be  the  Old,  Old  Story 

That  I  have  loved  so  long.- 


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4:10  Jesus'  Cross.  anon. 

I  saw  the  cross  of  Jesus, 

When  burdened  with  my  sin; 

I  sought  the  cross  of  Jesus, 
To  give  me  peace  within; 

1  brought  my  soul  to  Jesus, 
He  cleansed  it  in  his  blood; 

And  in  the  cross  of  Jesus 
I  found  my  peace  with  God. 

Cho. — No  righteousness,  no  merit, 
No  beauty  can  I  plead; 
Yet  in  the  cross  I  glory, 
My  title  there  I  read. 

2  Sweet  is  the  cross  of  Jesus ! 
There  let  my  weary  heart 

Still  rest  in  peace  unshaken, 

Till  with  him,  ne'er  to  part ; 
And  then  in  strains  of  glory 

I  '11  sing  his  wondrous  power, 
Where  sin  can  never  enter, 

And  death  is  known  no  more. 
Cho. — I  love  the  cross  of  Jesus, 
It  tells  me  what  I  am; 
A  vile  and  guilty  creature, 
Saved  only  through  the  Lamb. 


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And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 

Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 
Angels  with  wonder  see; 

Be  thou  astonished,  0  my  soul  I 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep; 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear: 

In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 


B.   BEDDOME, 


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^  -■-  •  The  call  of  love.  a.  b.  hyde. 

And  canst  thou,  sinner  !  slight 

The  call  of  love  divine  ? 
Shall  God,  with  tenderness,  invite, 

And  gain  no  thought  of  thine  ? 

2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 
The  Spirit  from  thy  breast, 

Till  he  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave 
With  all  thy  sins  oppressed? 

3  To-day,  a  pardoning  God 
Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray; 

To-day,  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

E.   P.  HASTINGS. 


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alO  The  accepted  time. 

Now  is  the  accepted  time, 
Now  is  the  day  of  grace; 

0  sinners  !  come,  without  delay 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 
The  Saviour  calls  to-day; 

To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late;- 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 


J.   DOBELL. 


3  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 
The  gospel  bids  you  come ; 

A  nd  every  promise  in  his  word 
Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 
And  feast  them  with  thy  love ; 

Then  will  the  angels  spread  their  wings 
And  bear  the  news  above. 


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And  make  this  last  resolve; — 

2  "I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sins 
Like  mountains  round  me  close; 

I  know  his  courts,  I  '11  enter  in, 
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4  "Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 
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5  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go; 
I  am  resolved  to  try; 

For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  for  ever  die." 


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He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before, 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 
2  Oh,  lovely  attitude  !  he  stands 
With  melting  heart  and  laden  hands; 
Oh,  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 


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He  will,  the  very  friend  you  need — 
The  Friend  of  sinners ;  yes,  't  is  he, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 

That  soul-destroying  monster  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 


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Earth's  pleasures  shall  I  still  hold  dear  ? 
Shall  life's  swift  passing  years  all  fly, 
And  still  my  soul  in  slumber  lie  ? 
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Can  I  his  loving  voice  despise, 
And  basely  his  kind  care  repay? 
He  calls  me  still ;  can  I  delay  ? 


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No  heed,  but  still  in  bondage  live  ? 
I  wait,  but  he  does  not  forsake; 

He  calls  me  still;  my  heart,  awake  ! 

4  God  calling  yet !  I  cannot  stay; 
My  heart  I  yield  without  delay; 

Vain  world,  farewell !  from  thee  I  part; 
The  voice  of  God  hath  reached  my  heart. 


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Shall  troubled  conscience  give  you  pain  ? 
And  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain? 


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Those  objects  which  you  now  pursue; 
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Fix  deep  conviction  on  each  heart: 
Nor  let  us  waste  on  trilling  cares 
That  life  which  thy  compassion  spares. 


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Oh,  do  not  let  the  word  depart. 

And  close  thine  eyes  against  the  light ; 
Poor  sinner,  harden  not  thy  heart : 

Thou  wouldst  be  saved;  why  not  to-night  ? 
2  To-morrow's  sun  may  never  rise 

To  bless  thy  long-deluded  sight; 
This  is  the  time;  oh,  then  be  wise  I 

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3  Our  God  in  pity  lingers  still; 

And  wilt  thou  thus  his  love  requite? 
Renounce  at  length  thy  stubborn  will; 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved ;  why  not  to-night  ? 

4  Our  blessed  Lord  refuses  none 
Who  would  to  him  their  souls  unite; 

Then  be  the  work  of  grace  begun: 

Thou  wouldst  be  saved ;  why  not  to-night  1 


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God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live ; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands, — 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die  ? 

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God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you — Why? 
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Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you — Why? 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Urged  you  to  embrace  his  love: 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live? 
Why,  ye  long-sought  sinners  !  why, 
Will  ye  grieve  your  God,  and  die? 


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1  will  guide  you  to  your  home, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  come  ! 

2  Thou  who,  houseless,  sole,  forlorn, 
Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  scorn, 
Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  haste. 


3  Ye  who,  tossed  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain; 
Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 

In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn; — 

4  Hither  come  !  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound, 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 


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Oh,  turn  ye,  oh,  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye  die,  tomb ; 

When  God  in  great  mercy  is  corning  so  nigh?  Her  message  unheeded  will  soon  pass 

Now  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says,  Come,  away. 

And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home.  3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  Spirit  of  grace, 

-.',.,                 ,                      ,  Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  his 

2  In  riches,  in  pleasures,  what  can  you  00-  ga(j  fli^t 

m      tau?'  »..  ,.  ,      .  ,  And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy 

To  soothe  your  affliction,  or  banish  your  race 

_    ,  Pain  •  .  .      ,  To  sink  in  the  gloom  of  eternity's  night. 

lo  bear  up  your  spirit  when  summoned  to     _  _  _  _  _    .        .       _      , 

die  4  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  hour  is  at  hand, 

Or   waft   you   to   mansions   of    glory   on     The  earth  shall  dissolve  and  the  heavens 
Irio.h  \  shall  fade, 

The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment 

3  And  now  Christ  is  ready  your  souls  to  re-  snall  stand ; 

ceive  What  power  then,  0  sinner,  will  lend 

Oh,  how  can  you  question,  if  you  will  believe  ?  thee  its  aid ! 

If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come  ?     4  <>q 

'T  is  you  he  bids  welcome ;  he  bids  youcome    *^  "A  c<*uaint  thyself-"  knox. 

home.  Acquaint  thyself  quickly,  O  sinner,  with  God, 

And  joy,  like  the  sunshine,  shall  beam  on 
d. 9  k  thy  road, 

Arwe?  H I  made  haste."  t.  Hastings.       a     j  vi        *-\       j       j  i     n    i»  n 

And  peace,  like  the  dewdrop,  shall  fall  on 
Delay  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner,  draw  near,  thy  head, 

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For  Mercy  still  lingers  and  calls  thee  to-  path ; 

day:  Thy  Joy  in  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death. 


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Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where  'er  ye  languish : 

Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel; 

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Come  to  the  feastof  love :  come,  ever  knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  heaven  can  re- 
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^t04  "  Ho,  ye  needy  /  "  j.  ha; 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power. 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Ho,  ye  needy;  come,  and  welcome; 
God's  free  bounty  glorify  ! 

True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh, 

Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ,  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream; 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him; 

This  he  gives  you; 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 


^  O  O  "  Mercy's  Call."  j.  allen. 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message, 
Coming  from  the  courts  above? 

Mercy  beams  in  every  passage ; 
Every  line  is  full  of  love ; 

Oh !  believe  it, 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Now  the  heralds  of  salvation 
Joyful  news  from  heaven  proclaim ! 

Sinners  freed  from  condemnation, 
Through  the  all-atoning  Lamb ! 

Life  receiving 
Through  the  all-atoning  Lamb ! 

3  0  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 
Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way; 

Haste  ye  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay: 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 


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^«i  c.  M.       "Oh,  amazing  Love  /"  i.  watts. 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 

We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 

Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 
Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 

He  saw,  and — oh,  amazing  love  ! — 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 
With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 

Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  Oh,  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 
Their  lasting  silence  break  ; 

And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels  !  assist  our  mighty  joys  j 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 

But,  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told, 

^Otf  l.  m.  Psalm  136.  I.  WATTS. 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise ; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong  j 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

2  He  sent  his  Son,  with  power  to  save 
From  guilt,  and  darkness,  and  the  grave  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong  j — 
E-epeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

3  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our 

feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heavenly  seat  j 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 
When  this  vain  world  shall  be  no  more. 

TtOvf  c.  M.  "Ho!  Every  One."  1.  watts. 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  every  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 

With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  IIo  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 
That  feed  upon  the  wind, 

And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  the  immortal  mind, — 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 
A  soul-reviving  feast, 

And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 


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^W  I    C.M,     tttf0i  {o  Condemn, but  Save."     1.  WATTS. 

Come,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God 
With  new,  melodious  songs  ; 

Come,  render  to  almighty  grace 
The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  love 
That  pitied  dying  men, 

The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  theni  life  again. 

3  Thy   hands,    dear    Jesus,   were    not 

armed 
With  an  avenging  rod, 
No  hard  commission  to  perform 
The  vengeance  cf  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  merciful  and  mild, 
And  wrath  forsook  the  throne, 

When  Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  salvation  down. 

5  See,  dearest  Lord,  our  willing  souls 
Accept  thine  offered  grace  j 

We  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praise. 

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±*jO  L.  M.  "To  Save  Sinners."  1.  watts. 

Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men, 
Did  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  appear  ; 

No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen, 
No  flaming  sword  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 
He  loved  the  race  of  man  so  well, 

He  sent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 

Of  sins,  and  save  our  souls  from  hell. 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word  j 
Trust  in  his  mighty  name,  and  live : 

A  thousand  joys  his  lips  afford, 

His  hands  a  thousand  blessings  give. 

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aW  Si  Mi      The  Bride  says,  Come.    j.  Montgomery. 

Come  to  the  land  of  peace  5 

From  shadows  come  away  j 
Where  all  the  sounds  of  weeping  cease, 

And  storms  no  more  have  sway. 

2  Fear  hath  no  dwelling  here  j 
But  pure  repose  and  love 

Breathe  through  the  bright,  celestial  air 
The  spirit  of  the  dove. 

3  Come  to  the  bright  and  blest, 
Gathered  from  every  land  ; 

For  here  thy  soul  shall  find  its  rest, 
Amid  the  shining  band. 


THE     GOSPEL:-INVITATIONS. 


169 


T.  HASTINGS. 


""  p.  m.  Jesus  calls. 

Prooping  souls,  do  longer  mourn, 

Jesus  still  is  precious  ; 
If  to  him  you  now  return, 

Heaven  will  be  propitious  j 
Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 

Calling  wanderers  near  him ; 
Drooping  souls,  you  need  not  die, 

Go  to  him  and  hear  him  ! 

2  He  has  pardons,  full  and  free, 
Drooping  souls  to  gladden  ; 

Still  he  cries — "  Come  unto  me, 

Weary,  heavy-laden  ! n 
Th  nigh  your  sins2  like  mountains  high, 

Rise,  and  reach'to  heaven, 
Soon  as  you  on  him  rely, 

All  shall  be  forgiven. 

3  Precious  is  the  Saviour's  name, 
Dear  to  all  that  love  him  ; 

He  to  save  the  dying  came  ; — 

Go  to  him  and  prove  him  ! 
Wandering  sinners,  now  return ; 

Contrite  souls,  believe  him  ! 
Jesus  calls  you,  cease  to  mourn  : 

Worship  him  j  receive  him. 

TtI   s.  m.         Spirit  and  Bride.       H.  u.  onderdonk. 

The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whispering,  "  Sinner,  come ;  " 

The  bride,  the   Church  of  Christ,  pro- 
To  all  his  children,  "  Come  !  "  [claims, 

2  Let  him  that  heareth,  say 
To  all  about  him,  "  Come  !  " 

Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come  ! 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 
Oh,  let  him  freely  come, 

And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life 5 
;T  is  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo  !  Jesus,  who  invites, 
Declares,  "  I  quickly  come  ;  " 

Lord,  even  so  ;  we  wait  thine  hotfr ; 
O  blest  Redeemer,  come ! 

il^  l.  M.  Flee  for  Life.  w.  b.  collyer. 

Haste,  traveler,  haste  !  the  night  comes 
And  many  a  shining  hour  is  gone  ;      [on, 
The  storm  is  gathering  in  the  west, 
And  thou  far  otf  from  home  and  rest. 


2  The  rising  tempest  sweeps  the  sky  ,• 
The  rains  descend,  the  winds  are  high ; 
The  waters  swell,  and  death  and  fear 
Beset  thy  path,  nor  refuge  near. 

3  Oh,  yet  a  shelter  you  may  gain, 
A  covert  from  the  wind  and  rain  j 
A  hiding-place,  a  rest,  a  home, 

A  refuge  from  the  wrath  to  come  ! 

4  Then  linger  not  in  all  the  plain  ; 
Flee  for  thy  life  ;  the  mountain  gain  ; 
Look  not  behind  ;  make  no  delay  ; 
Oh,  speed  thee,  speed  thee  on  thy  way  ! 


W,  HAMMOND. 


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Would  you  win  a  soul  to  God  % 
Tell  him  of  a  Saviour's  blood, 
Once  for  dying  sinners  Spilt, 
To  atone  for  all  their  guilt. 


2  Tell  him — it  was  sovereign  grace 
Led  thee  first  to  seek  his  face ; 
Made  thee  choose  the  better  part, 
Wrought  salvation  in  thy  heart. 

3  Tell  him  of  that  liberty, 
Wherewith  Jesus  makes  thee  free  ! 
Sweetly  speak  of  sins  forgiven, 
Earnest  of  the  joys  of  heaven. 


aT-A:  l.  m.  "  Only  Knock*     j.  B.  waterbury 

Infinite  Love  !  what  precious  stores 
Thy  mercy  has  prepared  for  us ! 

The  costliest  gems,  the  richest  ores 
Could  never  have  endowed  us  thus. 

2  But  thy  soft  hand,  O  gracious  Lord  ! 
Can  draw  from  suffering  souls  the  sting: 

And  thy  rich  bounty  to  our  board 

Can  bread  for  hungering  sinners  bring. 

3  How  rich  the  grace  !  the  gift  how  free  ! 
'T  is  only  ask — it  shall  be  given  ; 

'T  is  only  knock,  and  thou  shalt  see 
The  opening  door  that  leads  to  heaven. 

4  Oh !  then  arise  and  take  the  good, 
So  full  and  freely  proffered  thee, 

Remembering  that  it  cost  the  blood 
Of  him  who  died  on  Calvary, 


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Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain 
Flows  to  you,  to  me,  to  all, — 

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Opened  when  our  Saviour  died. 

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Health  this  fountain  will  restore, 
He  that  drinks  shall  thirst  no  more — 

3  He  that  drinks  shall  live  for  ever; 

'Tis  a  soul-renewing  flood: 
God  is  faithful;  God  will  never 

Break  his  covenant  in  blood, 
Signed  when  our  Redeemer  died, 
Sealed  when  he  was  glorified. 


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Pass  me  not,  0  gentle  Saviour, 

Hear  my  humble  cry; 
While  on  others  thou  art  smiling, 

Do  not  pass  me  by. — Cho. 
2  Let  me  at  thy  throne  of  mercy 

Find  a  sweet  relief ; 
Kneeling  there  in  deep  contrition, 

Help  my  unbelief. — Cho. 


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Would  I  seek  thy  face; 

Ileal  my  wounded,  broken  spirit^ 
Save  me  by  thy  grace. — Cho. 

4  Thou  the  Spring  of  all  my  comfort, 
More  than  life  to  me, 

Whom  on  earth  have  I  beside  thee, 
Whom  iu  heaven  but  thee ! — Cho. 


REPENTANCE   UNTO  LIFE. 


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The  mistakes  of  my  life  are  many, 
The  sins  of  my  heart  are  more, 

And  I  scarce  can  see  for  weeping; 
But  I  knock  at  the  open  door. — Cho. 

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I  am  weakest  of  those  who  pray: 


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My  sins  he  will  wash  away, 
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Lord,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing 

Thou  art  scattering  full  and  free ; 
Showers  the  thirsty  soul  refreshing; 

Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me  ! — Ref. 
2  Pass  me  not,  0  gracious  Father  ! 

Lost  and  sinful  though  I  be; 
Thou  might'st  curse  me,  but  the  rather  • 

Let  thy  mercy  light  on  me. — Ref. 


3  Have  I  long  in  sin  been  sleeping? 
Long  been  slighting,  grieving  thee  I 

Has  the  world  my  heart  been  keeping, 
Oh  !  forgive  and  rescue  me  ! — Ref. 

4  Pass  me  not,  0  mighty  Spirit ! 
Thou  canst  make  the  blind  to  see; 

Testify  of  Jesus'  merit, 

Speak  the  word  of  peace  to  me. — Ref. 


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Jesus,  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
Brightest  beam  of  love  divine, 

With  the  early  morning  rays 
Do  thou  on  our  darkness  shine, 


And  dispel  with  purest  light 
All  our  night, — all  our  night. 

2  Like  the  sun's  reviving  ray, 
May  thy  love,  with  tender  glow, 

All  our  coldness  melt  away, 

Warm  and  cheer  us  forth  to  go; 
Gladly  serve  thee  and  obey, 
All  the  day, — all  the  day. 

3  Thou,  our  only  Life  and  Guide, 
Never  leave  us  nor  forsake; 

In  thy  light  may  we  abide 

Till  the  eternal  morning  break ; 
Moving  on  to  Zion's  hill, 
Homeward  still, — homeward  still. 


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Humbly  I  fall ; 
Pleading  thy  promise  sweet, 

Lord,  hear  my  call ; 
Now  let  thy  work  begin, 
Oh,  make  me  pure  within, 
Cleanse  me  from  every  sin, 

Jesus,  my  all. 


C.  VAN  ALSTYNE. 


2  Hark  !  how  the  words  of  love 
Tenderly  fall, 

Ere  to  the  realms  above, 

Heard  is  my  call; 
Now  every  doubt  has  flown, 
Broken  my  heart  of  stone, 
Lord,  I  am  thine  alone, 

Jesus,  my  all. 

3  Still  at  thy  mercy-seat 
Humbly  I  fall; 

Pleading  thy  promise  sweet, 

Heard  is  my  call. 
Faith  wings  my  soul  to  thee; 
This  all  my  hope  shall  be, 
Jesus  has  died  for  me, 

Jesus,  my  all. 


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0  thou  God  who  nearest  prayer 
Every  hour  and  everywhere  ! 
For  his  sake,  whose  Blood  I  plead, 
Hear  me  in  my  hour  of  need: 
Only  hide  not  now  thy  face, 
God  of  all-sufficient  grace  I 

2  Leave  me  not,  my  strength,  my  trust ; 
Oh,  remember  I  am  dust: 

Leave  me  not  again  to  stray; 
Leave  me  not  the  tempter's  prey: 
Fix  my  heart  on  things  above ; 
Make  me  happy  in  thy  love. 

3  Hear  and  save  me,  gracious  Lord  ! 
For  my  trust  is  in  thy  word; 

Wash  me  from  the  stain  of  sin, 
That  thy  peace  may  rule  within: 
May  I  know  myself  thy  child, 
Ransomed,  pardoned,  reconciled. 


M.  TOPLADY. 


* "  &  Look  and  live. 

Surely  Christ  thy  griefs  hath  borne, 
Weeping  soul,  no  longer  mourn; 
Yiew  him  bleeding  on  the  tree, 
Pouring  out  his  life  for  thee: 
There  thy  every  sin  he  bore;  ' 
Weeping  soul,  lament  no  more. 

2  Weary  sinner,  keep  thine  eyes 
On  the  atoning  sacrifice; 


There  the  incarnate  Deity 
Numbered  with  transgressors  see; 
There  his  Father's  absence  mourns, 
Nailed,and  bruised,and  crowned  with  thorns. 
3  Cast  thy  guilty  soul  on  him, 
Find  him  mighty  to  redeem; 
At  his  feet  thy  burden  lay, 
Look  thy  doubts  and  cares  away; 
Now  by  faith  the  Son  embrace, 
Plead  his  promise,  trust  his  grace. 

■*:*'t*  "  Chief  of  sinners."  mc  comb. 

Chief  of  sinners  though  I  be, 
Jesus  shed  his  blood  for  me; 
Died  that  I  might  live  on  high, 
Died  that  I  might  never  die; 
As  the  branch  is  to  the  vine, 

1  am  his  and  he  is  mine. 

2  Oh,  the  height  of  Jesus'  love  ! 
Higher  than  the  heavens  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  of  sea, 
Lasting  as  eternity; 

Love  that  found  me, — wondrous  thought ! — 
Found  me  when  I  sought  him  not  I 

3  Chief  of  sinners  though  I  be, 
Christ  is  all  in  all  to  me; 

All  my  wants  to  him  are  known, 
All  my  sorrows  are  his  own; 
Safe  with  him  from  earthly  strife, 
He  sustains  my  hidden  life. 


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I  lift  my  soul  to  thee; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 

O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 
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My  sins  lie  heavily, 
Thy  pardon  grant,  new  peace  impart; 

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Dear  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

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I  wait  thy  just  decree: 

Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath: 
Now,  Lord,  remember  me  ! 


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With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh, 
A  trembling  sinner,  Lord,  I  cry: 
Thy  pardoning  grace  is  rich  and  free: 
0  God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 

W00DW0RTH,    L.  M. 


2  I  smite  upon  my  troubled  breast, 
With  deep  and  conscious  guilt  oppressed; 
Christ  and  his  cross  my  only  plea: 

0  God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 

3  Xor  alms,  nor  deeds  that  I  have  done, 
Can  for  a  single  sin  atone; 

To  Calvary  alone  I  flee: 
0  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 

4  And  when,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
With  all  the  ransomed  throng  I  dwell, 
My  raptured  song  shall  ever  be, 

God  hath  been  merciful  to  me  ! 

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Just  as  I  am ,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  thee, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  thee  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

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0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

4  Just  as  I  am — thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve; 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

5  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown 
Hath  broken  every  barrier  down; 
Now,  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 


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PENITENCE.    7s,  6s,  8s. 


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False  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep  ! 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored, 

On  me  be  all  long-suffering  shown, 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 


2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart: 
Give  what  I  have  long  implored, 

A  portion  of  thy  grief  unknown; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord ! 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 


NEAR  THE  CROSS.    P.M. 


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Jesus,  keep  me  near  the  cross; 

There  a  precious  fountain, 
Tree  to  all,  a  healing  stream, 

Flows  from  Calvary's  mountain. — -Cho. 
2  Xear  the  Cross,  a  trembling  soul, 

Love  and  mercy  found  me; 


There  the  bright  and  morning  star 
Sheds  its  beams  around  me. — Cho. 

3  Xear  the  Cross  !  oh,  Lamb  of  God, 
Bring  its  scenes  before  me; 

Help  me  walk  from  day  to  day, 
With  its  shadow  o'er  me. — Cho. 


GAYLOED.    8a,  7s.  D. 


REPENTANCE   UNTO    LIFE. 


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1,  Take  me,0  my  Fafher',  take  me!  Take  me,  save  me,  thro'  thy  Son;  That  which  thou  wouidst  have  me, make  me, 

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46U  "7rt/k?;w." 

Take  me,  0  my  Father,  take  me  ! 

Take  me,  save  me,  through  thy  Son; 
That  which  thou  wouidst  have  me,  makemc, 

Let  thy  will  in  me  be  done. 
Long  from  thee  my  footsteps  straying, 

Thorny  proved  the  way  I  trod; 
Weary  come  I  now,  and  praying — 

Take  me  to  thy  love,  my  God! 
2  Fruitless  years  with  grief  recalling, 

Humbly  I  confess  my  sin; 
At  thy  feet,  0  Father,  falling, 

To  thy  household  take  me  in. 


DEPENDENCE,    P.M. 


Freely  now  to  thee  I  proffer 
This  relenting  heart  of  mine ; 

Freely  life  and  soul  I  offer — 
Gift  unworthy  love  like  thine. 

3  Once  the  world's  Redeemer,  dyin< 

Bare  our  sins  upon  the  tree; 
On  that  sacrifice  relying, 

Now  I  look  in  hope  to  thee; 
Father,  take  me  !  all  forgiving, 

Fold  me  to  thy  loving  breast ; 
In  thy  love  for  ever  living, 

I  must  be  for  ever  blest  1 

WM.  F.  SHERWIN. 


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1  need  thy  cleansing  blood 

To  save  me  every  hour. — Cho. 

2  I  need  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
My  comfort  day  by  day, 

To  guide  my  steps  aright, 

And  warn  me  when  I  stray. — Cno. 

3  I  need  the  sheltering  Rock, 
Where,  from  the  noon-tide  heat, 

My  soul  may  rest  awhile 

Beneath  its  calm  retreat. — Cho. 


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\V.   F.  SHERWIN. 


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THE  GOSPEL:— REPENTANCE. 


LAODICEA.    P.M. 


WM,  F.  SHERWIN. 


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1.  0  Saviour,  I  am  blind!  Lead  thou  my  way:  Day  to  my  filmed  eye  is  dark — Ev'n  night  is  only  darker  day,  Oh !  I  am  Mind ;  Dear  Saviour,  I  am  blind ' 


tO/W  The  Soul's  Cry.  s.  s.  cutting. 

0  Saviour,  I  am  blind  1 
Lead  thou  my  way, 
Day  to  my  filmed  eye  is  dark — 
Even  night  is  only  darker  day; 
Oh  !  I  am  blind, 
Bear  Saviour,  I  am  blind ! 
2  O  Saviour,  I  am  deaf ! 
Unstop  my  ear: 
My  heart  would  turn  to  thy  dear  voice, 
The  voice  thy  sheep  alone  will  hear; 
Oh  !  I  am  deaf, 
Dear  Saviour,  I  am  deaf! 


7s,  6s,  D. 


3  0  Saviour,  I  am  poor  ! 
Give  me  to  eat: 

My  hungered  heart  loathes  earthly  food, 
And  heavenly  manna  craves  for  meat; 
Oh  !  I  am  poor, 
Dear  Saviour,  I  am  poor  ! 

4  0  Saviour,  I  believe, 
Blind,  deaf  and  poor  I 

Sight  give  me;  hearing;  heavenly  food; 
Thou  has.t  them  in  thy  blessed  store. 
Now  I  believe, 
0  Saviour,  I  believe  ! 


S.  S.  WESLEY. 


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The  spotless  Lamb  of  God ; 

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From  the  accursed  load; 

1  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

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Till  not  a  stain  remains. 

2  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus; 

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I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 
My  burdens  and  my  cares; 

He  from  them  all  releases, 
He  all  my.  sorrows  shares. 

3  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild; 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  child: 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 
To  sing  with  saints  his  praises, 

And  learn  the  angels'  song. 


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4:04:  At  the  door. 

0  Jesus,  thou  art  standing 

Outside  the  fast-closed  door, 
In  lowly  patience  waiting 

To  pass  the  threshold  o'er: 
We  bear  the  name  of  Christians, 

His  name  and  sign  we  bear: 
Oh,  shame,  thrice  shame  upon  us ! 

To  keep  him  standing  there. 

2  0  Jesus,  thou  art  knocking: 
And  lo  !  that  hand  is  scarred, 

And  thorns  thy  brow  encircle, 
And  tears  thy  face  have  marred: 

Oh,  love  that  passeth  knowledge, 
So  patiently  to  wait ! 

Oh,  sin  that  hath  no  equal, 
So  fast  to  bar  the  gate ! 

3  0  Jesus,  thou  art  pleading 
In  accents  meek  and  low, — 

•'I  died  for  you,  my  children, 
And  will  ye  treat  me  so?" 

0  Lord,  with  shame  and  sorrow 
We  open  now  the  door: 

Dear  Saviour,  enter,  enter, 
And  leave  us  nevermore  I 
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^yftM  "  Give  us  pardon.' 

We  stand  in  deep  repentance, 

Before  thy  throne  of  love ; 
0  God  of  grace,  forgive  us; 

The  stain  of  guilt  remove ; 
Behold  us  while  with  weeping 

We  lift  our  eyes  to  thee; 
And  all  our  sins  subduing, 

Our  Father,  set  us  free  ! 

2  Oh,  shouldst  thou  from  us  fallen 
Withhold  thy  grace  to  guide, 

For  ever  we  should  wander, 
From  thee,  and  peace,  aside; 

But  thou  to  spirits  contrite 
Dost  light  and  life  impart, 

That  man  may  learn  to  serve  thee 
With  thankful,  joyous  heart. 

3  Our  souls — on  thee  we  cast  them, 
Our  only  refuge  thou  ! 

Thy  cheering  words  revive  us, 
When  pressed  with  grief  we  bow: 

Thou  bearest  the  trusting  spirit 
Upon  thy  loving  breast, 

And  givest  all  thy  ransomed 
A  sweet,  unending  rest. 


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BLAKE,    L,  M, 


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J.  P.  HOLBROOK. 


1.  Thon  on    -    ly       Sovereign   of        my    heart,     My     Ref  -  uge,     my      al  -  might  -  y    Friend- 


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466 

Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
My  Refuge,  my  almighty  Friend — 

And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend  I 

2  Whither,  ah  !  whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord  ? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  woe 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  ? 

3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart; 
On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives; 

Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart, 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Thy  name  my  inmost  powers  adore; 
Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  care; 

Depart  from  thee — 'tis  death,  'tis  more; 
'Tis  endless  ruin,  deep  despair  ! 

5  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie; 
Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine ; 

Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life,  is  thine. 


C.  WESLEY. 


467  "Thou  hast  died. ' ' 

Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  thee 
Lost  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee; 
Weary  of  earth,  myself,  and  sin, 
Open  thine  arms  and  take  me  in. 

2  Pity  and  save  my  ruined  soul; 
;Tis  thou  alone  canst  make  me  whole; 
Dark,  till  in  me  thine  image  shine, 
And  lost  I  am,  till  thou  art  mine. 


3  At  last  I  own  it  cannot  be 
That  I  should  fit  myself  for  thee: 
Here,  then,  to  thee  I  all  resign; 
Thine  is  the  work,  and  only  thine. 

4  What  can  I  say  thy  grace  to  move  ? 
Lord,  I  am  sin, — but  thou  art  love: 

1  give  up  every  plea  beside, 

Lord,  I  am  lost, — but  thou  hast  died ! 

3fcVO  Psalm  51.  1.  watts. 

Show  pity,  Lord!  0  Lord!  forgive; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  Oh,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

3  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace: 
Lord  !  should  thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

4  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death; 
And,  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

5  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord ! 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 


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No  more,  my  God  !  I  boast  no  more, 
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1  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 

To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

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What  was  my  gain,  I  count  but  loss; 

My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes, — and  I  must,  and  will  esteem 
All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake; 

Oh,  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake. 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne; 

But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

DORMAN.    L.  M. 


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See  a  poor  sinner,  dearest  Lord, 
Whose  soul,  encouraged  by  thy  word, 
At  mercy's  footstool  would  remain, 
And  then  would  look, — and  look  again. 

2  Ah  !  bring  a  wretched  wanderer  home, 
Now  to  thy  footstool  let  me  come, 

And  tell  thee  all  my  grief  and  pain, 
And  wait  and  look, — and  look  again  ! 

3  Take  courage,  then,  my  trembling  soul; 
One  look  from  Christ  will  make  thee  whole: 
Trust  thou  in  him,  'tis  not  in  vain, 

But  wait  and  look, — and  look  again  I 

4  Ere  long  that  happy  day  will  come, 
When  I  shall  reach  my  blissful  home; 
And  when  to  glory  I  attain, 

Oh,  then  I  '11  look  and  look  again ! 

E.  P.  PARKER. 


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^  •  -*•  C.  M.,  Deep  Penitence.  s.  stennett. 

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus  !  at  thy  feet, 

A  guilty  rebel  lies  , 
And  upwards,  to  thy  mercy-seat, 

Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  Let  not  thy  justice  frown  me  hence  j 
Oh,  stay  the  vengeful  storm ; 

Forbid  it,  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm. 

3  If  tears  of  sorrow  could  suffice 
To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 

Tears  should,  from  both  my  weeping  eyes, 
In  ceaseless  currents  flow. 

4  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ;  [shed, — 

No   tears,    but   those  which   thou   hast 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

5  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord  ! 
And  all  my  sins  forgive ; 

Then  justice  will  approve  the  word, 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 

^  •  ^  l.  M.  Pardon  Implored.  t.  Hastings. 

Forgive  us,  Lord !  to  thee  we  cry, 

Forgive  us  thro'  thy  matchless  grace ; 

On  thee  alone  our  souls  rely, 

Be  thou  our  strength  and  righteousness. 

2  Forgive  thou  us,  as  we  forgive 
The  ills  we  suffer  from  our  foes ; 

Restore  us,  Lord  !  and  bid  us  live  j 
Oh  !  let  us  in  thine  arms  repose. 

3  Forgive  us,  for  our  guilt  is  great ! 
Our  wretched  souls  no  merit  claim  j 

For  sovereign  mercy  still  we  wait, 
And  ask  but  in  the  Saviour's  name. 

4  Forgive  us, — 0  thou  bleeding  Lamb  ! 
Thou  risen,  thou  exalted  Lord  ! 

Thou   great  High-Priest,   our  souls  re- 
deem, 
And  speak  the  pardon-sealing  word. 

^t  *  &  c.  M.  Psalm  42. 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 

When  heated  in  the  chase, 
So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  thee, 

And  thy  refreshing  grace. 
2  For  thee,  my  God — the  living  God, 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  $ 
Oh,  when  shall  I  behold  thy  face, 

Thou  Majesty  divine ! 


H.  F.  LYTE. 


3  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 
Trust  God  j  who  will  employ 

His  aid  for  thee,  and  change  these  sighs 
To  thankful  hymns  of  joy. 

4  I  sigh  to  think  of  happier  days, 
When  thou,  O  Lord  !  wast  nigh  ; 

When  every  heart  was  tuned  to  praise, 
And  none  more  blest  than  I. 

5  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 
Hope  still j  and  thou  shalt  sing 

The  praise  of  him  who  is  thy  God, 
Thy  health's  eternal  spring. 

^c  •  T  L.  M.  Psalm  51.  I.  WATTS. 

A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring : 
The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

2  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

3  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace  5 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pardoning  God. 

4  Oh,  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song ; 

And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  Strength  and  Righteous- 
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Be  merciful  to  me,  0  God ! 

Be  merciful  to  me  ; 
For  though  I  sink  beneath  thy  rod, 

Yet  do  I  trust  in  thee. 

2  Thou  art  my  refuge,  and  I  know 
My  burden  thou  dost  bear, 

And  I  would  seek,  where'er  I  go, 
To  cast  on  thee  my  care. 

3  Thou  knowest,  Lord,  my  flesh   how 
Strong  though  my  spirit  be  ;        [frail, 

Oh,  then  assist,  when  foes  assail, 
The  soul  that  clings  to  thee. 

4  And,  gracious  Lord,  whate'er  befall, 
A  thankful  heart  be  mine, — 

A  heart  that  answers  to  thy  call, 
One  that  is  wholly  thine. 


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C.  WESLEY. 


4  |  D  8s,  7S,   D.  Contrition. 

Full  of  trembling  expectation, 

Feeling  much,  and  fearing  more, 
Mighty  God  of  my  salvation  ! 

I  thy  timely  aid  implore  ; 
Suffering  Son  cf  Man  !  be  near  me, 

All  my  sufferings  to  sustain, 
By  thy  sorer  griefs  to  cheer  me, 

By  thy  more  than  mortal  pain. 

2  Call  to  mind  that  unknown  anguish, 
In  thy  days  of  flesh  below  ; 

"When  thy  troubled  soul  did  languish 
Under  a  whole  world  of  woe ; 

"When  thou  didst  our  curse  inherit, 
Groan  beneath  our  guilty  load, 

Burdened  with  a  wounded  spirit, 
Bruised  by  the  wrath  of  God. 

3  By  thy  most  severe  temptation, 
In  that  dark,  Satanic  hour  ; 

By  thy  last  mysterious  passion, 

Screen  me  from  the  adverse  power  ! 

By  thy  fainting  in  the  garden, 
By  thy  bloody  sweat,  T  pray, 

"Write  upon  my  heart  the  pardon, 
Take  my  sins  and  fears  away. 


J.  E.  RANKIN 


A.  L.  HILLHOUSE. 


-*  •   •   L.  M.  i  Peter  i :   12. 

Trembling  before  thine  awful  throne, 
O  Lord  !  in  dust  my  sins  I  own  : 

Justice  and  mercy  for  my  life 

Contend!  oh,  smile  and  heal  the  strife  ! 

2  The  Saviour  smiles  !  upon  my  soul 
New  tides  of  hope  tumultuous  roll — 

His  voice  proclaims  my  pardon  found — 
Seraphic  transport  wings  the  sound. 

3  Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  in  heaven, 
The  new-born  peace  of  sin  forgiven  ! 

Tears  of  such  pure  and  deep  delight, 
Ye  angels !  never  dimmed  your  sight. 

4  Ye  saw  of  old,  on  chaos  rise 

The  beauteous  pillars  of  the  skies  : 
Ye  know  where  morn  exulting  springs, 
And  evening  folds  her  drooping  wings. 

5  Bright  heralds  of  the  eternal  Will, 
Abroad  his  errands  ye  fulfill ; 

Or,  throned  in  floods  of  beamy  day, 
Symphonious,  in  his  presence  play. 

6  But  I  amid  your  choirs  shall  shine, 
And  all  your  knowledge  will  be  mine : 

Ye  on  your  harps  must  lean  to  hear 
A  secret  chord  that  mine  will  bear. 


^  f  ^  8s,  7s.  Matt.  11  :  2S-30. 

Laboring  and  heavy-laden 

With  my  sins,  O  Lord,  I  roam, 

While  I  know  thou  hast  invited 
All  such  wanderers  to  their  home. 

2  Make  my  stubborn  spirit  willing 
To  obey  thy  gracious  voice, 

At  the  cross  to  leave  its  burden, 
And  departing  to  rejoice. 

3  Thy  sweet  yoke  I'd  take  upon  me, 
And  would  learn,  O  Lord,  of  thee; 

Thou  art  meek  in  heart,  and  lowly, 
Teach  me  like  thyself  to  be. 

4  Laboring  and  heavy-laden, 
Lord,  no  longer  will  I  roam  : 

Here  I  fix  my  habitation, 

In  thy  sheltering  love  at  home. 


C.  WESLEY. 


47"  7s,  6s,  8s.       "  Jesus  Only." 

Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu, 

"With  all  of  creature  good ! 
Only  Jesus  I  pursue, 

"Who  bought  me  with  his  blood : 
All  thy  pleasures  I  forego  ; 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain; 

:T  is  all  but  vanity  : 
Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, — 

He  tasted  death  for  me. 
Me  to  save  from  endless  woe, 

The  sin-atoning  Victim  died: 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

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The  simple  are  the  best; 
Thy  lodging  is  in  child-like  hearts ; 

Thou  makest  there  thy  rest. 

2  Dear  Comforter  !  eternal  Love  ! 
If  thou  wilt  stay  with  me, 

Of  lowly  thoughts  and  simple  ways, 
I  '11  build  a  house  for  thee. 

3  "Who  made  this  breathing  heart  of  mine 
But  thou,  my  heavenly  Guest? 

Let  no  one  have  it,  then,  but  thee, 
And  let  it  be  thy  rest  1 


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Lord,  before  thy  throne  we  bend; 
Now  to  thee  our  prayers  ascend: 
Servants  to  our  Master  true, 
Lo  !  we  yield  thee  homage  due: 
Children,  to  thy  throne  we  fly, 
Abba,  Father,  hear  our  cry  ! 

2  Low  before  thee,  Lord !  we  bow; 
We  are  weak — but  mighty  thou: 
Sore  distressed,  yet  suppliant  still, 
Here  we  wait  thy  holy  will; 
Bound  to  earth,  and  rooted  here, 
Till  our  Saviour  God  appear. 

3  Leave  us  not  beneath  the  power 
Of  temptation's  darkest  hour: 


Swift  to  seal  their  captives'  doom, 
See  our  foes  exulting  come  ! 
Jesus,  Saviour  !  yet  be  nigh, 
Lord  of  life  and  victory. 

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TTO/W  Backsliding  confessed.  J.  NEWTON. 

Once  I  thought  my  mountain  strong, 
Firmly  fixed  no  more  to  move; 

Then  my  Saviour  was  my  song, 
Then  my  soul  was  filled  with  love; 

Those  were  happy,  golden  days, 

Sweetly  spent  in  prayer  and  praise. 

2  Little  then  myself  I  knew , 
Little  thought  of  Satau's  power; 

Now  I  feel  my  sins  anew; 

Now  I  feel  the  stormy  hourl 
Sin  has  put  my  joys  to  flight ; 
Sin  has  turned  my  day  to  night. 

3  Saviour,  shine  and  cheer  my  soul, 
Bid  my  dying  hopes  revive; 

Make  my  wounded  spirit  whole, 
Far  away  the  tempter  drive; 
Speak  the  word  and  set  me  free, 
Let  me  live  alone  to  thee. 


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RANDOLPH. 


4:00  "  Weary,  Lord."        a. 

Weary,  Lord,  of  struggling  here 
With  this  constant  doubt  and  fear, 
Burdened  by  the  pains  I  bear, 
And  the  trials  I  must  share — 
Help  me,  Lord,  again  to  flee 
To  the  rest  that's  found  in  thee. 
Weakened  by  the  wayward  will 
Which  controls,  yet  cheats  me  still; 
Seeking  something  undefined 
With  an  earnest,  darkened  mind — 
Help  me,  Lord,  again  to  flee 
To  the  light  that  breaks  from  thee. 

I  NEED  THEE.      P.  M. 

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3  Fettered  by  this  earthly  scope 
In  the  reach  and  aim  of  hope, 
Fixing  thought  in  narrow  bound 
Where  no  living  truth  is  found — 
Help  me,  Lord,  again  to  flee 

To  the  hope  that's  fixed  in  thee. 

4  Fettered,  burdened,  wearied,  weak, 
Lord,  once  more  thy  grace  I  seek; 
Turn,  oh,  turn  me  not  away, 

Help  me,  Lord,  to  watch  and  pray — 
That  I  never  more  may  flee 
From  the  rest  that 's  found  in  thee. 

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1  need  thee  every  hour, 
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Ref. — I  need  thee,  oh,  I  need  thee; 

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5  I  need  thee  every  hour, 
Most  Holy  One; 

Oh,  make  me  thine  indeed, 
Thou  blessed  Son. — Ref. 


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Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 
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My  rest  a  stone, 
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Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

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Steps  unto  heaven; 

All  that  thou  sendest  me, 

In  mercy  given; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

4  Then,  with  my  waking  thoughts 
Bright  with  thy  praise, 

Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 


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More  love  to  thee,  O  Christ ! 

More  love  to  thee ! 
Hear  thou  the  prayer  I  make 

On  bended  knee; 
This  is  my  earnest  plea, — 
More  love,  0  Christ,  to  thee, 

More  love  to  thee ! 


2  Once  earthly  joy  I  craved, 
Sought  peace  and  rest; 

Now  thee  alone  I  seek, 

Give  what  is  best: 
This  all  my  prayer  shall  be, — 
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Whisper  thy  praise; 

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More  love,  O  Christ,  to  thee, 
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D.C. 

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'  (  Seeing  not  yet  the  hand  (Omit.) J    That  leadeth  me;     Hushed  be  my  heart  and  still,  Fear  I  no  further  ill; 

d.c. -On  -  ly  to  meet  thy  will  ( Omit. ) My  will  shall  be. 


"A  ivay  they  knew  not.'      c.  s.  robinson 

Saviour  !  I  follow  on, 

Guided  by  thee, 
Seeing  not  yet  the  hand 

That  leadeth  me; 
Hushed  be  my  heart  and  still, 
Fear  I  no  further  ill; 
Only  to  meet  thy  will 

My  will  shall  be. 
2  Riven  the  rock  for  me 

Thirst  to  relieve, 
Manna  from  heaven  falls 

Fresh  every  eve; 
Never  a  want  severe 
Causeth  my  eye  a  tear, 
But  thou  dost  whisper  near, 

"Only  believe !" 

SOMETHING  FOR  JESUS, 


3  Often  to  Marah's  brink 
Have  I  been  brought; 

Shrinking  the  cup  to  drink, 

Help  I  have  sought; 
And  with  the  prayer's  ascent, 
Jesus  the  branch  hath  rent — 
Quickly  relief  hath  sent, 
Sweetening  the  draught. 

4  Saviour  !  I  long  to  walk 
Closer  with  thee; 

Led  by  thy  guiding  hand, 

Ever  to  be; 
Constantly  near  thy  side, 
Quickened  and  purified, 
Living  for  him  who  died 

Freely  for  me ! 


ROBERT  LOWRY. 


1.  Saviour,  thy    dy  -  ing  love    Thou  gavest     me 


Nor  should  I  aught  withhold,  Dear  Lord,  from  thee: 
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its  vow,  Some  offering  bring  thee  now,  Something  for  thee. 


tfcOO  "  Something  for  thee."        s.  D.  PHELPS. 

Saviour,  thy  dying  love 

Thou  gavest  me: 
Nor  should  I  aught  withhold, 

Dear  Lord,  from  thee: 
In  love  my  soul  would  bow, 
My  heart  fulfill  its  vow, 
Some  offering  briug  thee  now, 

Something  for  thee. 

2  O'er  the  blest  mercy-seat, 

Pleading  for  me, 
My  feeble  faith  looks  up, 


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Help  me  the  cross  to  bear, 
Thy  wondrous  love  declare, 
Some  song  to  raise,  or  prayer, 

Something  for  thee. 
3  Give  me  a  faithful  heart — ■ 

Likeness  to  thee, 
That  each  departing  day 

Henceforth  may  see 
Some  work  of  love  begun, 
Some  deed  of  kindness  done, 
Some  wanderer  sought  and  won, 

Something  for  thee. 


188 


CHRISTIAN    CONFLICT. 


EXHOKTATION.    CM. 


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aOv  "A  clean  heart:'  c.  WESLEY. 

Oh,  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free; 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood 

So  freely  shed  for  me  ! 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 
My  dear  Redeemer's  throne; 

Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone  ! 

3  Oh,  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart, 
Believing,  true,  and  clean ! 

Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 
And  filled  with  love  divine; 

Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good; 
An  image,  Lord  !  of  thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 
Come  quickly  from  above ; 

Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, — 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love. 


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:r  U\J  Thanks  for  victory.  c.  wesley. 

Oh,  for  a-  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ! 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  1 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God  ! 
Assist  me  to  proclaim, 

To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus — the  name  that  calms  my  fears, 
That  bids  my  sorrows  cease; 

'Tis  music  to  my  ravished  ears; 
JTis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  canceled  sin, 
He  sets  the  prisoner  free; 

His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

5  Let  us  obey,  we  then  shall  know, 
Shall  feel  our  sins  forgiven; 

Anticipate  our  heaven  below, 
And  own  that  love  is  heaven. 


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My  longing  soul  is  stirred: 
Oh,  give  me  a  diviner  name  ! 

Call  me  thy  servant,  Lord! 
2  No  longer  would  my  soul  be  known 

As  uncontrolled  and  free ; 
Oh ,  not  mine  own,  oh,  not  mine  own ! 

Lord,  I  belong  to  thee  ! 

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3  Thy  servant, — me  thy  servant  choose ; 
Naught  of  thy  claim  abate  ! 

The  glorious  name  I  would  not  lose, 
Nor  change  the  sweet  estate. 

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This  is  the  name  for  me  ! 

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That  bows  before  the  Lord; 
That  owns  how  just  and  good  thou  art, 

And  trembles  at  thy  word. 
2  Oh,  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears, 

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And  bid  me  die  in  peace. 

4  Oh,  fill  my  soul  with  faith  and  love, 
And  strength  to  do  thy  will; 

Raise  my  desires  and  hopes  above, — 
Thyself  to  me  reveal. 


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HERMON.    C.  II 


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Oh,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame, — 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  1 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord? 

Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed  ! 
How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 

But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  0  holy  Dove,  return, 
Sweet  messenger  of  rest  1 

I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
Whate'er  that  idol  be, 

Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 

So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

-fcv^fc  "  WJiat  Jtourly  dangers/"      a.  Steele. 

Alas  1  what  hourly  dangers  rise  ! 

What  snares  beset  my  way  ! 
To  heaven,  oh,  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 

And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 


2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 
And  melt  in  flowing  tears ! 

My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain  I 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears  1 

3  0  gracious  God  !  in  whom  I  live, 
My  feeble  efforts  aid; 

Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 
When  foes  and  fears  prevail; 

And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5  Oh,  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 
And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ! 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 
From  happiness  and  thee. 

4t/0  "Search  me,  O  God: 

Searcher  of  hearts  !  from  mine  erase 
All  thoughts  that  should  not  be, 

And  in  its  deep  recesses  trace 
My  gratitude  to  thee  ! 

2  Hearer  of  prayer  !  oh,  guide  aright 
Each  word  and  deed  of  mine ; 

Life's  battle  teach  me  how  to  fight, 
And  be  the  victory  thine. 

3  Father,  and  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  1 
Thou  glorious  Three  in  One  ! 

Thou  knowest  best  what  I  need  most, 
And  let  thy  will  be  done, 


G.  P.  MORRIS. 


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Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood 

Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 
His  praises  tuned  my  tongue; 

And,  when  the  evening  shade  prevailed, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  prayer,  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 
And  saw  his  glory  shine; 

And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  called  each  promise  mine. 

4  Now,  when  the  evening  shade  prevails, 
My  soul  in  darkness  mourns; 

And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  Rise,  Saviour  !  help  me  to  prevail, 
And  make  my  soul  thy  care; 


1  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail, 

Let  me  that  mercy  share. 

^"  •  '■''Nearer  to  thee.'"         b.  Cleveland. 

Oh,  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day, 

A  nearness  to  my  God, 
Then  would  my  hours  glide  sweet  away 

While  leaning  on  his  word. 

2  Lord,  I  desire  with  thee  to  live 
Anew  from  day  to  day, 

In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  Blest  Jesus,  come  and  rule  my  heart, 
And  make  me  wholly  thine, 

That  I  may  never  more  depart, 
Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 

4  Thus,  till  my  last,  expiring  breath, 
Thy  goodness  I'll  adore; 

And  when  my  frame  dissolves  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 


EVAN.    CM. 


w.  H.  havergal,  arr. 


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am  trusting,  Lord. in  thee, 


I  am  poor,  and  weak,  and  blind;  I  am  ccnmingall  but  dross ;  I  shall  Ml  sal-va-tion  find. 
Dear    Lamb  of  Cal-va  -  rj ;    Hnmbiy  at  thy  cross  I  bow ;  Save  me,  Je  •  sns,  save  me  now. 


TTtFO         "Cleanseth  front  all  sin."        w.  MC  DONALD. 

I  am  coming  to  the  cross; 

I  am  poor  and  weak  and  blind; 

1  am  counting  all  but  dross; 
I  shall  fall  salvation  find. 

Ref. — I  am  trusting,  Lord,  in  t-hee, 
Dear  Lamb  of  Calvary; 
Humbly  at  thy  cross  I  bow; 
Save  me,  Jesus,  save  me  now. 

2  Long  my  heart  has  sighed  for  thee; 
Long  has  evil  dwelt  within  ; 

Jesus  sweetly  speaks  to  me, 

I  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin. — Ref. 

3  Here  I  give  my  all  to  thee, — 
Friends  and  time  and  earthly  store ; 

Soul  and  body  thine  to  be — 

Wholly  thine  for  evermore. — Ref. 

4  In  the  promises  I  trust; 
Now  I  feel  the  blood  applied; 

I  am  prostrate  in  the  dust; 

I  with  Christ  am  crucified. — Ref. 


1 1/  *f  «  Lovest  thou  Me."  j.  newton. 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought; 

Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not? 

2  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 

Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love? 

3  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 
Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 

Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

4  Could  I  joy  with  saints  to  meet, 
Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorred, 

Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

5  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case, 
Thou  who  art  thy  people's  Sun; 

Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 


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Depth  of  mercy  ! — can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 
2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace; 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face; 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls; 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 


3  Kindled  his  relentings  are; 
Me  he  now  delights  to  spare; 
Cries,  How  shall  I  give  thee  up? — 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

4  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands; 
Shows  his  wounds  and  spreads  his  hands! 
God  is  love  !  I  know,  I  feel: 

Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 


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Saviour,  when,  in  dust,  to  thee 
Low  we  bend  the  adoring  knee; 
"When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  weeping  eyes; 
Oh,  by  all  thy  pains  and  woe 
Suffered  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

2  By  thy  helpless  infant  years, 
By  thy  life  of  want  and  tears, 
By  thy  days  of  sore  distress 
In  the  savage  wilderness; 

By  the  dread  mysterious  hour 
Of  the  insulting  tempter's  power, — 
Turn,  oh,  turn  a  favoring  eye; 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

3  By  thine  hour  of  dire  despair; 
By  thine  agony  of  prayer ; 

By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn, 
Piercing  spear,  and  torturing  scorn; 
By  the  gloom  that  vailed  the  skies 
O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice; — 
Listen  to  our  humble  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

4  By  thy  deep  expiring  groan; 
By  the  sad  sepulchral  stone; 
By  the  vault  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  rising  God; — 


Oh,  from  earth  to  heaven  restored, 
Mighty  re-ascended  Lord  I 
Listen,  listen  to  the  cry 
Of  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

OU<W  j{  hard  heart.  h.  bonar. 

Oh,  this  soul,  how  dark  and  blind ! 
Oh,  this  foolish,  earthly  mind ! 
Oh,  this  froward,  selfish  will, 
Which  refuses  to  be  still ! 
Oh,  these  ever-roaming  eyes, 
ITpward  that  refuse  to  rise ! 
Oh,  these  wayward  feet  of  mine, 
Found  in  every  path  but  thine  ! 

2  Oh,  this  stubborn,  prayerless  knee, 
Hands  so  seldom  clasped  to  thee, 
Longings  of  the  soul,  that  go 

Like  the  wild  wind,  to  and  fro ! 
To  and  fro,  without  an  aim, 
Turning  idly  whence  they  came, 
Bringing  in  no  joy,  no  bliss, 
Only  adding  weariness ! 

3  Giver  of  the  heavenly  peace  I 
Bid,  oh,  bid  these  tumults  cease; 
Minister  thy  holy  balm ; 

Fill  me  with  thy  Spirit's  calm: 
Thou,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
Leave  me  not  in  sin  to  stay; 
Bearer  of  the  sinner's  guilt, 
Lead  me,  lead  me,  as  thou  wilt. 


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Jesus,  merciful  and  mild, 
Lead  me  as  a  helpless  child: 
On  no  other  arm  but  thine 
Would  my  weary  soul  recline ; 
Thou  art  ready  to  forgive, 
Thou  canst  bid  the  sinner  live — 
Guide  the  wanderer  day  by  day, 
In  the  strait  and  narrow  way. 


2  Thou  canst  fit  me  by  thy  grace 
For  the  heavenly  dwelling-place; 
All  thy  promises  are  sure, 
Ever  shall  thy  love  endure; 
Then  what  more  could  I  desire, 
How  to  greater  bliss  aspire  ? 
All  I  need,  in  thee  I  see, 
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tf\J~i  "Jesus,  visit  vie."         R.  P.  dunn,  tr 

Jesus,  Jesus  !  visit  me; 

How  my  soul  longs  after  thee  ! 

When,  my  best,  my  dearest  Friend  ! 

Shall  our  separation  end  ? 

2  Lord  !  my  longings  never  cease ; 

Without  thee  I  find  no  peace; 

?Tis  my  constant  cry  to  thee, — 

Jesus,' Jesus !  visit  me. 


3  Mean  the  joys  of  earth  appear, 
All  below  is  dark  and  drear; 
Naught  but  thy  belovdd  voice 
Can  my  wretched  heart  rejoice. 

4  Thou  alone,  my  gracious  Lord  I 
Art  my  shield  a^id  great  reward; 
All  my  hope,  my  Saviour  thou, — 
To  thy  sovereign  will  I  bow. 


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Jesus  !  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high; 
Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour  !  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide; 

Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 
2  Other  refuge  have  I  none; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 


MAKTYN 


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3  Thou,  0  Christ !  art  all  I  want; 
More  than  all  in  thee  I  find; 

liaise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 

Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 
I  am  all  unrighteousness; 

Tile  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  foundr 
G race  to  pardon  all  my  sin; 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 
Make  and  keep  me  pure  within; 

Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 
Freely  let  me  take  of  thee; 

Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 
Rise  to  all  eternity. 


S.  B.  MARSH. 


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OUO  L.  M.       Backsliding  deplored.      P.  doddridgs 

Return,  my  roving  heart,  return, 
And  life's  vain  shadows  chase  no  more ; 
Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  0  thou  great  God  !  whose  piercing  eye 
Distinctly  marks  each  deep  retreat, 

In  these  sequestered  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  let  me  here  thy  presence  meet. 

3  Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart, 
My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide  ; 
And  still  its  beams  unerring  dart, 

Till  all  be  known  and  purified. 

4  Then  let  the  visits  of  thy  love, 
My  inmost  soul  be  made  to  share, 
Till  every  grace  combine  to  prove 
That  God  has  fixed  his  dwelling  there. 

UV  •      L.  M.  Psalm    51.  J.  MERRICK. 

Oh,  turn,  great  Ruler  of  the  skies ! 
"Turn  from  my  sin  thy  searching  eyes ; 
Nor  let  the  offences  of  my  hand 
Within  thy  book  recorded  stand. 

2  Give  me  a  will  to  thine  subdued,— 
A  conscience  pure,  a  soul  renewed  j 
Nor  let  me,  wrapt  in  endless  gloom, 
An  outcast  from  thy  presence  roam. 

3  Oh,  let  thy  Spirit  to  my  heart 
Once  more  his  quickening  aid  impart ; 
My  mind  from  every  fear  release,    [peace. 
And   soothe  my   troubled    thoughts   to 

tl "O  l.  M.  "  Come  to  Me  .'  "  c.  elliott. 

With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around  ; 
Life  seems  a  dark  and  stormy  sea  ; 
Yet,  'mid  the  gloom,  I  hear  a  sound, 
A  heavenly  whisper,  "  Come  to  me." 

2  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest; 

It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  flee : 
Oh,  to  the  weary,  faint,  oppressed, 
How  sweet  the  bidding,  "  Come  to  me  ! " 

3  "  Come,  for  all  else  must  fail  and  die  ! 
Earth  is  no  resting-place  for  thee  ; 

To  heaven  direct  thy  weeping  eye, 
I  am  thy  portion  ;  come  to  me." 

4  O  voice  of  mercy  !  voice  of  love ! 
In  conflict,  grief,  and  agony, 
Support  me,  cheer  me  from  above  ! 
And  gently  whisper,  "  Come  to  me." 


t>lM  L.  m.  Our  Companion.  1.  WATTS. 

My  God!  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee ; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should   my   passions   mix   with 

earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  % 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  % 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense  ; 
One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence  ; 

1  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes,  with- 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone  ;  [drawn, 
In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

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tr-lvr  l.  m.      "  Give  me  thine  heart."  a.  Steele. 

Jesus  demands  this  heart  of  mine, 
Demands  my  love,  my  joy,  my  care ; 
But  ah !  how  dead  to  things  divine, 
How  cold  my  best  affections  are ! 

2  'T  is  sin,  alas !  with  dreadful  power, 
Divides  my  Saviour  from  my  sight  j 
Oh,  for  one  happy,  cloudless  hour 

Of  sacred  freedom,  sweet  delight ! 

3  Come,  gracious  Lord!  thy  love  can  raise 
My  captive  powers  from  sin  and  death, 
And  fill  my  heart  and  life  with  praise, 
And  tune  my  last  expiring  breath. 


S.  BROWNE. 


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<J  x  x   C.  M.  "  His  great  love." 

Lord  !  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie, 
And  knock  at  mercy's  door : 

With  heavy  heart  and  downcast  eye, 
Thy  favor  we  implore. 

2  On  us  the  vast  extent  display 
Of  thy  forgiving  love  ; 

Take  all  our  heinous  guilt  away  ; 
This  heavy  load  remove. 

3  7T  is  mercy — mercy  we  implore; 
We  would  thy  pity  move  : 

Thy  grace  is  an  exhaustless  store, 
And  thou  thyself  art  love. 

4  Oh,  for  thine  own,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
Our  numerous  sins  forgive  ! 

Thy  grace  our  rocky  hearts  can  break  : 
Heal  us,  and  bid  us  live. 


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Ol«   L.M.,61.  \  John  4,'.    18.  ANON. 

"  Perfect  in  love  !  n   Lord,  can  it  be, 
Amid  this  state  of  doubt  and  sin  ? 
While  foes  so  thick  without,  I  see, 
With  weakness,  pain,  disease  within; 
Can  perfect  love  inhabit  here, 
And,  strong  in  faith,  extinguish  fear  ? 

2  0  Lord  !  amid  this  mental  night, 
Amid  the  clouds  of  dark  dismay, 
Arise  !  arise  !  shed  forth  thy  light, 
And  kindle  love's  meridian  day  : 
My  Saviour  God,  to  me  appear, 
So  love  shall  triumph  over  fear. 

OJ-O   L.  M.  Psalm  130.  I.  WATTS. 

From  deep  distress  and  troubled  thoughts, 
To  thee,  my  God,  I  raise  my  cries  j 

If  thou  severely  mark  our  faults, 

No  flesh  can  stand  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  hast  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Free  to  dispense  thy  pardons  there  j 

That  sinners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 
And  long,  and  wish  for  breaking  day, 

So  waits  my  soul  before  thy  gate  : 
"When  will  my  God  his  face  display  ? 

4  My  trust  is  fixed  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  shall  I  trust  thy  word  in  vain  ; 

Let  mourning  souls  address  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son  ; 

He  turns  our  feet  from  sinful  ways, 
And  pardons   what   our   hands  have 
done. 

*J*-'~t  75.  Psalm  13.  w.  goode. 

Lord  of  mercy,  just  and  kind  ! 

Wilt  thou  ne'er  my  guilt  forgive  ? 
Never  shall  my  troubled  mind, 

In  thy  kind  remembrance,  live  ? 

2  Lord  !  how  long  shall  Satan's  art 
Tempt  my  harassed  soul  to  sin, 

Triumph  o'er  my  humbled  heart, — 
Fears  without  and  guilt  within  J? 

3  Lord,  my  God  !  thine  ear  incline, 
Bending  to  the  prayer  of  faith  j 

Cheer  my  eyes  with  light  divine, 
Lest  I  sleep  the  sleep  of  death. 


K1  K 

*J-LtM   c.  M.     Ki  Weary,  Heavy-laden"  J.  NEWTON. 

Approach,  my  soul !  the  mercy-seat, 
"Where  Jesus  answers  prayer ; 

There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 
With  this  I  venture  nigh  : 

Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  0  Lord  !  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 
By  Satan  sorely  pressed  ; 

By  war  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 
That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 

I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him — thou  hast  died. 

5  Ch,  wondrous  Love — to  bleed  and  die, 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame 

That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name  ! 


Olt>   7s,  6s,  8s.     "Without  Care." 

Thou,  0  Lord,  in  tender  love, 

Dost  all  my  burdens  bear  j 
Lift  my  heart  to  things  above, 

And  fix  it  ever  there  ! 
Calm  in  tumult's  whirl  I  sit, 

'Midst  busy  multitudes  alone  ; 
Sweetlv  waiting  at  thy  feet, 

Till  all  thy  will  be  done. 

2  Careful  without  care  I  am, 
Nor  feel  my  happy  toil ! 

Kept  in  peace  by  Jesus'  name, 
Supported  by  his  smile. 

Joyful  thus  my  faith  to  show, 
I  find  his  service  my  reward ; 

Every  work  I  do  below, 
I  do  it  to  the  Lord. 

3  To  the  desert  or  the  cell, 
Let  others  blindly  fly, 

In  this  evil  world  I  dwell, 

Unhurt,  unspotted,  I. 
Here  I  find  a  house  of  prayer, 

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Walking  unconcerned  in  care, 

And  unconsumed  in  fire. 


C.  WESLEY. 


193  CHRISTIAN  COURAGE  AND  CHEER. 

ST.  ALBAN'S,    6s,  5s,  D. 


FROM  F.  J.  HAYDN. 


1.  Brightly  gleams  our  banner,  Pointing  to  the  sky,  Waving  wand'rers  onward     To  their  home  on  high. 


Journeying  o'er  the  desert,      Gladly  thus  we    pray,    And  with  heartsu-ni-ted  Take  our  heavenward  way. 


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Brightly  gleams  our  banner, 

Pointing  to  the  sky, 
Waving  wanderers  onward 

To  their  home  on  high. 
Journeying  o'er  the  desert, 

Gladly  thus  we  pray, 
And  with  hearts  united. 

Take  our  heavenward  way. — Ref. 

2  Jesus,  Lord  and  Master, 

At  thy  sacred  feet, 
Here  with  hearts  rejoicing 

See  t£y  children  meet; 


WALES.    8s,  4s 


Often  have  we  left  thee, 

Often  gone  astray; 
Keep  us,  mighty  Saviour, 

In  the  narrow  way. — Ref. 

3  All  our  days  direct  us 

In  the  way  we  go; 
Lead  us  on  victorious 

Over  every  foe: 
Bid  thine  angels  shield  us 

When  the  storm-clouds  lower, 
Pardon  thou  and  save  us 

In  the  last  dread  hour. — Ref. 


WELSH  AIR. 


CHRISTIAN  COURAGE  AND  CHEER. 


199 


ST,  GERTRUDE.    6s,  5s,  D. 


A.  S.  SULLIVAN. 


Christ,  the  roy  -al    Master,   Leads  against  the  foe;  Forward  in  -  to      bat  -  tie,     See,  his  banners  go 


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Onward,  Christian  soldiers, 

Marching  as  to  war, 
"With  the  cross  of  Jesus 

Going  on  before. 
Christ,  the  royal  Master, 

Leads  against  the  foe; 
Forward  into  battle, 

See,  his  banners  go. — Cho. 
2  Like  a  mighty  army, 

Moves  the  Church  of  God; 
Brothers,  we  are  treading 

Where  the  saints  have  trod; 
We  are  not  divided," 

All  one  body  we, 
One  in  hope  and  doctrine, 

One  in  charity. — Cho. 


3  Crowns  and  thrones  may  perish, 
Kingdoms  rise  and  wane, 

But  the  Church  of  Jesus 

Constant  will  remain; 
Gates  of  hell  can  never 

'Gainst  that  Church  prevail; 
We  have  Christ's  own  promise, 

And  that  cannot  fail. — Cho. 

4  Onward,  then,  ye  people, 
Join  our  happy  throng; 

Blend  with  ours  your  voices 

In  the  triumph-song; 
Glory,  laud,  and  honor, 

Unto  Christ  the  King; 
This  through  countless  ages, 

Men  and  angels  sing. — Cho. 


tIAtf    8s,  4s.        "All  is  well."  m.  b.  peters. 

Through  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour, 

All  will  be  well ; 
Free  and  changless  is  his  favor; 

All,  all  is  well. 
Precious  is  the  blood  that  healed  us; 
Perfect  is  the  grace  that  sealed  us; 
Strong  the  hand  stretched  out  to  shield  us; 

All  must  be  well. 
2  Though  we  pass  through  tribulation, 

All  will  be  well: 
Ours  is  such  a  full  salvation; 

All,  all  is  well. 


Happy  still  in  God  confiding, 
Fruitful,  if  in  Christ  abiding, 
Holy,  through  the  Spirit's  guiding, 
All  must  be  well. 

3  We  expect  a  bright  to-morrow; 

All  will  be  well; 
Faith  can  sing  through  days  of  sorrow, 

All,  all  is  well. 
On  our  Father's  love  relying, 
Jesus  every  need  supplying, 
Or  in  living,  or  in  dying, 

All  must  be  well. 


200  CHRISTIAN   COURAGE  AND   CHEER. 

^ELLESDIE,    8s,  7s,  D.  _      ^»      from  j.  c.  w.  a.  mozart. 


1.  Je-sus,  I    my  cross  have  taken,  All    to  leave  and  follow  thee;    Naked,poor,  despised, forsaken, 

D.  s. — Yet  how  rich  is  my  condi  -  tion, 


Thou,  fromhence, myall  shalt  be!  Perish,  ev-'iy  fond  am-bition,  All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known, 
God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own! 


O/wVf  Bearing  the  Cross.  h.  f.  lyt 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be  1 
Perish,  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known, 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own ! 
2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 

They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue ; 
Oh,  while  thou  dost  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me, 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 
ESSEX.    8s,  7s. 


3  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 
'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast; 

Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me; 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest  [ 
Oh,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me; 
Oh,  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 

4  Go  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  I 
Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain  I 

In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  thy  favor,  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  thee — Abba,  Father ! 

I  have  stayed  my  heart  on  thee ! 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 


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1.  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation,  Joy,  to  find  in  every  station  Something  still  to  do  or  bear, 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,and  care;  Something  still  to  door  bear. 

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Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation, 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy,  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
2  Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee  ! 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine? 


3  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 
Armed  by  faith  and  winged  by  prayer ! 

Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there: 

4  Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 
Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 

Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


CHRISTIAN   COURAGE  AND    CHEER, 

AUSTEIA,    8s,  7s.  D. 


201 


F.  J.  HAYDN. 


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Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation, 

Rest  beneath  the  Almighty's  shade; 
In  his  secret  habitation 

Dwell,  and  never  be  dismayed: 
There  no  tumult  can  alarm  thee, 

Thou  shalt  dread  no  hidden  snare; 
Guile  nor  violence  can  harm  thee, 

In  eternal  safeguard  there. 
2  From  the  sword,  at  noon-day  wasting, 

From  the  noisome  pestilence, 
In  the  depth  of  midnight,  blasting, 

God  shall  be  thy  sure  defence: 

ALL  THE  DATS.    P.  M. 


Fear  not  thou  the  deadly  quiver, 
When  a  thousand  feel  the  blow; 

Mercy  shall  thy  soul  deliver, 

Though  ten  thousand  be  laid  low. 

3  Since,  with  pure  and  firm  affection, 

Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love, 
With  the  wings  of  his  protection, 

He  will  shield  thee  from  above; 
Thou  shalt  call  on  him  in  trouble, 

He  will  hearken,  he  will  save; 
Here,  for  grief  reward  thee  double, 

Crown  with  life  beyond  the  grave. 

WM.  F.   SHERWIN. 


1.  From  thee,   begetting  sure  conviction,  Sound  out,  O  ris  -  en  Lord,  always  Those  faithful  words  of 


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OiwO  "Always." — Matt.  28:  20.        a.  coles. 

From  thee,  begetting  sure  conviction, 

Sound  out,  0  risen  Lord,  always 
Those  faithful  words  of  valediction, 

"  Lo  !  I  am  with  you  all  the  days." — Ref 
2  What  things  shall  happen  on  the  morrow  4  0  thou  who  art  our  life  and  meetness  ! 

Thou  kindly  hidest  from  our  gaze;  Not  death  shall  daunt  us  or  amaze, 

But  tellest  us,  in  joy  or  sorrow,  Hearing  those  words  of  power  and  sweetness, 

"  Lo !  I  am  with  you  all  the  days." — Ref.      "  Lo  !  I  am  with  you  all  the  days." — Ref. 


3  When  round  our  head  the  tempest  rages, 
And  sink  our  feet  in  miry  ways, 

Thy  voice  comes  floating  down  the  ages — 
"  Lo  !  I  am  with  you  all  the  days." — Ref. 


202 


CHRISTIAN   COURAGE   AND   CHEER. 


WIMBORNE.    L.  M. 


J.  WHITAKER. 


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Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 
Aud  gird  the  gospel  armor  on; 

March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 
But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes; 

Thy  Saviour  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 


3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, — 
Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate; 

There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 
.  And  triumph  in  almighty  grace, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 


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1.  Awake,  our  souls!  away,  our  fears'.  Let  every  trembling  thought  begone;  Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race,  And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on.1 


0**0  Isaiah  40  :  28-31.  1.  watts. 

Awake,  our  souls  !  away,  our  fears  ! 

Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone ; 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 

And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on ! 

2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint; 

But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint — 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 


And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 
Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply; 

While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode; 

On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amid  the  heavenly  road  I 


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OmO  "My  springs  in  thee.'"'        j.  edmeston. 

Fountain  of  grace,  rich,  full,  and  free, 
What  need  I,  that  is  not  in  thee  ? 
Full  pardon,  strength  to  meet  the  day, 
And  peace  which  none  can  take  away. 

2  Doth  sickness  fill  my  heart  with  fear, 
'Tis  sweet  to  know  that  thou  art  near; 
Am  I  with  dread  of  justice  tried, 

'Tis  sweet  to  know  that  Christ  hath  died. 

3  In  life,  thy  promises  of  aid 
Forbid  my  heart  to  be  afraid; 

In  death,  peace  gently  vails  the  eyes, — 
Christ  rose,  and  I  shall  surely  rise. 

VU  §  Jesus  is  for ever  mine.         a.  Steele. 

"When  sins  and  fears,  prevailing,  rise, 
And  fainting  hope  almost  expires, 

To  thee,  0  Lord,  I  lift  my  eyes; 
To  thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 

2  Art  thou  not  mine,  my  living  Lord  ? 
And  can  my  hope,  my  comfort  die? 

'Tis  fixed  on  thine  almighty  word — 
That  word  which  built  the  earth  and  sky. 

3  If  my  immortal  Saviour  lives, 
Then  my  immortal  life  is  sure; 

His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives; 
Here  may  I  build  and  rest  secure. 

4  Here,  0  my  soul,  thy  trust  repose; 
If  Jesus  is  for  ever  mine, 

Not  death  itself— that  last  of  foes- 
Shall  break  a  union  so  divine. 


V^O  '■'■Complete  in  Him."      c.  w.  hinsdale. 

My  soul  complete  in  Jesus  stands ! 
It  fears  no  more  the  law's  demands; 
The  smile  of  God  is  sweet  within, 
Where  all  before  was  guilt  and  sin. 

2  My  soul  at  rest  in  Jesus  lives; 
Accepts  the  peace  his  pardon  gives; 
Receives  the  grace  his  death  secured, 
And  pleads  the  anguish  he  endured. 

3  My  soul  its  every  foe  defies, 
And  cries— 'Tis  God  that  justifies  ! 
Who  charges  God's  elect  with  sin  ? 
Shall  Christ,  who  died  their  peace  to  win  ? 

4  A  song  of  praise  my  soul  shall  sing, 
To  our  eternal,  glorious  King ! 

Shall  worship  humbly  at  his  feet, 
In  whom  alone  it  stands  complete. 

■"*  **  2  Cor.  12:  9.  I.  WATTS. 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
"Strength  shall  be  equal  to  thy  day ;w 
Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 
Leaning  on  all-sufficient  grace. 

2  I  can  do  all  things — or  can  bear 
All  suffering,  if  my  Lord  be  there ; 
Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  he  my  sinking  head  sustains. 

3  I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Christ's  own  power  may  rest  on  me; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  strong; 
Grace  is  my  shield,  and  Christ  my  song. 


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Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear; 
Foes  we  have,  but  we  Ve  a  Friend, 
One  that  loves  us  to  the  end: 
Forward,  then,  with  courage  go; 
Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
"  Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home  ! " 
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3  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 

None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet, 

None  betray  us  into  sin, 

Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within; 

Yet  let  nothing  spoil  our  peace, 

Christ  shall  also  conquer  these; 

Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home  ! " 


VIENNA.    7s. 


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Earth  and  sea  will  pass  away; 
Soon  will  yonder  circling  sun 
Cease  his  blazing  course  to  run. 

4  Scenes  will  vary,  friends  grow  strange, 
But  the  Changeless  cannot  change: 
Gladly  will  I  journey  on, 

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"  The  everlasting  arms."1 

Everlasting  arms  of  love 
Are  beneath,  around,  above; 
He  who  left  his  throne  of  light, 
And  unnumbered  angels  bright; — 

2  He  who  on  the  accursed  tree 
Gave  his  precious  life  for  me; 
He  it  is  that  bears  me  on, 
His  the  arm  I  lean  upon. 


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Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  traveling  home  to  God 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest ! 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared; 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren;  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

5  Lord,  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below; 
Only  thou  our  Leader  be, 
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"  **  **  Redeeming  Love.  J.   langford. 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name; 
Ye  who  Jesus'  kindness  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears; 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Canceled  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Welcome,  all  by  sin  opprest, 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest; 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

5  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string; 
Mortals,  join  the  host  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 


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And  triumph  ev'n  in  death. 

2  Oh,  may  that  faith  our  hearts  sustain, 
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They  poured  their  willing  blood. 

3  God  whom  we  serve,  our  God,  can  save, 
Can  damp  the  scorching  flame, 

Can  build  an  ark,  can  smooth  the  wave, 
For  such  as  love  his  name. 

4  Lord  !  if  thine  arm  support  us  still 
With  its  eternal  strength, 

We  shall  o'ercome  the  mightiest  ill, 
And  conquerors  prove  at  length. 

WIRTH.    CM. 


OOO  "The  elders."  j.  needham. 

Rise,  0  my  soul,  pursue  the  path 

By  ancient  worthies  trod; 
Aspiring,  view  those  holy  men 

Who  lived  and  walked  with  God. 

2  Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear, 
And  in  example  live; 

Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds 
Still  fresh  instruction  give. 

3  'T  was  thro'  the  Lamb's  most  precious  blood 
They  conquered  every  foe; 

And  to  his  power  and  matchless  grace 
Their  crowns  of  life  they  owe. 

4  Lord,  may  I  ever  keep  in  view 
The  patterns  thou  hast  given, 

And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  road 
That  led  them  safe  to  heaven. 

W.  B.  BRADBURY. 


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In  time  of  fear,  when  trouble's  near, 

I  look  to  thine  abode; 
Though  helpers  fail,  and  foes  prevail, 

I  '11  put  rny  trust  in  God/ 

2  And  what  is  life,  'raid  toil  and  strife  ? 
What  terror  has  the  grave? 

Thine  arm  of  power,  in  peril's  hour, 
The  trembling  soul  will  save. 

3  In  darkest  skies,  though  storms  arise, 
I  will  not  be  dismayed: 

O  God  of  light,  and  boundless  might, 
My  soul  on  thee  is  stayed! 

OO  4  "/  shall  be  with  Him."        r.  Baxter. 

Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 

Whether  I  die  or  live; 
To  love  and  serve  thee  is  my  share, 

And  this  thy  grace  must  give. 

2  If  life  be  long,  I  will  be  glad 
That  I  may  long  obey; 

If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad 
To  soar  to  endless  day? 

3  Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 
Than  he  went  through  before; 

No  one  into  his  kingdom  comes, 
But  through  his  opened  door. 

4  Come,  Lord,  when  grace  has  made  me 
Thy  blessed  face  to  see;  [meet, 

For  if  thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 
What  will  thy  glory  be? 


5  Then  shall  I  end  my  sad  complaints, 
And  weary,  sinful  days, 

And  join  with  all  triumphant  saints 
Who  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

6  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small; 
The  eye  of  faith  is  dim ; 

But  'tis  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  him. 

O  O  <3  "  jf  God  be  for  us."  F.  w.  faber. 

God's  glory  is  a  wondrous  thing, 
Most  strange  in  all  its  ways, 

And  of  all  things  on  earth,  least  like 
What  men  agree  to  praise. 

2  Oh,  blest  is  he  to  whom  is  given 
The  instinct  that  can  tell 

That  God  is  on  the  field,  when  he 
Is  most  invisible! 

3  And  blest  is  he  who  can  divine 
Where  real  right  doth  lie, 

And -dares  to  take  the  side  that  seems 
Wrong  to  man's  blindfold  eye! 

4  Oh,  learn  to  scorn  the  praise  of  men! 
Oh,  learn  to  lose  with  God! 

For  Jesus  won  the  world  through  shame, 
And  beckons  thee  his  road. 

5  And  right  is  right,  since  God  is  God; 
And  right  the  day  must  win; 

To  doubt  would  be  disloyalty, 
To  falter  would  be  sinl 


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CHRISTMAS.    C.  LI. 


G.  F.  HANDEL. 


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Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 

And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 
Hold  thee  in  full  survey; 

Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice, 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high, 

'Tishis  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  thee 
Have  I  my  race  begun; 

And,  crowned  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 
I'll  lay  my  honors  down. 

04:U  The  Warfare.  i.  watts. 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 
On  flowery  beds  of  ease? 

While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  oa  to  God? 


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4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign ; 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 

I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 
Shall  conquer,  though  they  die; 

They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thine  armies  shine 

In  robes  of- victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

tw^:±.  " I'm  not  ashamed.  i.  watts. 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  cause; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 

The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  ! — I  know  his  name — 
His  name  is  all  my  trust; 

Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shaine, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 
And  he  can  well  secure 

What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 
Before  his  Father's  face, 

And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 


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Sing,  all  ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord, 
Your  great  Deliverer  sing; 

Ye  pilgrims,  now  for  Zion  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  His  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on 
Through  all  the  blissful  road; 

Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  gracious  God. 

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3  Bright  garlands  of  immortal  joy 
Shall  bloom  on  every  head ; 

While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows,  all  are  fled. 

4  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength; 
Pursue  his  footsteps  still; 

And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye 
While  laboring  up  the  hill. 


G.  N.  ALLEN. 


1.  Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 


So,  there 's  a  cross  for  er'ry  one, 


And  there's  a  cross  forme. 


No  cross,  no  crown.       T.  shepherd,  alt. 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 
And  all  the  world  go  free? 

No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 
Who  once  went  sorrowing  here ! 

But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I  '11  bear, 
Till  death  shall  set  me  free; 

And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 
For  there 's  a  crown  for  me. 


4  LTpon  the  crystal  pavement,  down 
At  Jesus'  pierced  feet, 

Joyful,  I'll  cast  my  golden  crown, 
And  his  dear  name  repeat. 

5  And  palms  shall  wave,  and  harps  shall  ring, 
Beneath  heaven's  arches  high ; 

The  Lord  that  lives,  the  ransomed  sing, 
That  lives  no  more  to  die. 

6  Oh,  precious  cross  !  oh,  glorious  crown ! 
Oh,  resurrection  day ! 

Ye,  angels,  from  the  stars  come  down, 
And  bear  my  soul  away, 


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KENOVATION.    S.  M. 


J.  N.  HUMMEL. 


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Are  on  their  way  to  heaven; 

There  they  obtain  their  great  reward ; 
The  prize  will  there  be  given. 

2  'Tis  conflict  here  below; 

'Tis  triumph  there,  and  peace: 

On  earth  we  wrestle  with  the  foe; 

In  heaven  our  conflicts  cease. 

3  'Tis  gloom  and  darkness  here; 
'Tis  light  and  joy  above; 

There  all  is  pure,  and  all  is  clear; 
There  all  is  peace  and  love. 

4  There  rest  shall  follow  toil, 
And  ease  succeed  to  care: 

The  victors  there  divide  the  spoil; 
They  sing  and  triumph  there. 

5  Then  let  us  joyful  sing: 
The  conflict  is  not  long: 

We  hope  in  heaven  to  praise  our  King 
In  one  eternal  song. 

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1  staxd  on  Zion's  mount, 

And  view  my  starry  crown; 
No  power  on  earth  my  hope  can  shake, 
Nor  hell  can  thrust  me  down. 

2  The  lofty  hills  and  towers, 
That  lift  their  heads  on  high, 

Shall  all  be  leveled  low  in  dust — 
Their  very  names  shall  die. 

3  The  vaulted  heavens  shall  fall, 
Built  by  Jehovah's  hands; 

But  firmer  than  the  heavens,  the  Rock 
Of  my  salvation  stands  ! 

OiO  "Goeth  forth  weeping."         G.  burgess. 

The  harvest  dawn  is  near, 

The  year  delays  not  long; 
And  he  who  sows  with  many  a  tear, 

Shall  reap  with  many  a  song. 

2  Sad  to  his  toil  he  goes, 
His  seed  with  weeping  leaves; 

But  he  shall  come,  at  twilight's  close, 
And  bring  his  golden  sheaves. 


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My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise; 
And  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 

To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 
2   Oh,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray  I 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 

And  help  divine  implore. 


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3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 
Nor  lay  thine  armor  down; 

Thine  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 
Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  ! 

He'll  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath, 
Up  to  his  blest  abode. 


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My  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life 

Against  thy  heavenly  crown; 
JSor  suffer  Satan's  deadliest  strife 

To  beat  thy  courage  down. 
2  With  prayer  and  crying  strong, 

Hold  on  the  fearful  fight, 
And  let  the  breaking  day  prolong 

The  wrestling  of  the  night. 

DENNIS.    S.  M. 


3  The  battle  soon  will  yield, 
If  thou  thy  part  fulfill ; 

For  strong  as  is  the  hostile  shield, 
Thy  sword  is  stronger  still. 

4  Thine  armor  is  divine, 

Thy  feet  with  victory  shod; 
And  on  thy  head  shall  quickly  shine 
The  diadem  of  God. 

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How  gentle  God's  commands  ! 

How  kind  his  precepts  are  ! 
Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

And  trust  his  constant  care. 
2  Beneath  his  watchful  eve 

His  saints  securely  dwell ; 
That  hand  which  bears  creation  up 

Shall  guard  his  children  well. 
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Press  down  your  weary  mind? 

Haste  to  your  heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved, 
Unchanged  from  day  to  day: 

I'll  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 


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Mine  eyes  and  my  desire 
Are  ever  to  the  Lord; 
1 1  love  to  plead  his  promises, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 

2  Lord,  turn  to  thee  my  soul; 
Bring  thy  salvation  near: 

When  will  thy  hand  release  my  feet 
From  sin's  destructive  snare? 

3  When  shall  the  sovereign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God 

Restore  me  from  those  dangerous  ways 
My  wandering  feet  have  trod? 

4  Oh,  keep  my  soul  from  death, 
Nor  put  my  hope  to  shame ! 

For  I  have  placed  my  only  trust 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

5  With  humble  faith  I  wait 
To  see  thy  face  again; 

Of  Israel  it  shall  ne'er  be  said, 
He  sought  the  Lord  in  vain.  ' 

OO 1  Psalm  60.  T.  KEIXY. 

Arise,  ye  saints,  arise  ! 

The  Lord  our  Leader  is; 
The  foe  before  his  banner  flies, 

And  victory  is  his. 

2  We  follow  thee,  our  Guide, 
Our  Saviour,  and  our  King  ! 

We  follow  thee,  through  grace  supplied 
From  heaven's  eternal  spring. 


We  soon  shall  see  the  day 
When  all  our  toils  shall  cease; 
When  we  shall  cast  our  arms  away, 
And  dwell  in  endless  peace. 

4  This  hope  supports  us  here ; 
It  makes  our  burdens  light; 

'T  will  serve  our  drooping  hearts  to  cheer, 
Till  faith  shall  end  in  sight. 

5  Till,  of  the  prize  possessed, 
We  hear  of  war  no  more; 

And  ever  with  our  Leader  rest, 
On  yonder  peaceful  shore. 

*Jfj£i  Psalm  31.  H.  F.  LYTH, 

My  spirit  on  thy  care, 

Blest  Saviour,  I  recline; 
Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  to  despair, 

For  thou  art  love  divine. 

2  In  thee  I  place  my  trust; 
On  thee  I  calmly  rest: 

I  know  thee  good,  I  know  thee  just, 
And  count  thy  choice  the  best. 

3  Whate'er  events  betide, 
Thy  will  they  all  perform; 

Safe  in  thy  breast  my  head  I  hide, 
Nor  fear  the  coming  storm. 

4  Let  good  or  ill  befall, 

It  must  be  good  for  me, — 
Secure  of  having  thee  in  all? 
Of  having  all  in  thee. 


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2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 
We  are  not  far  from  home; 

And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 
Stronger  and  brighter  shine; 

Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 
Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 

Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  his  name. 


6  Blest  is  the  man,  0  God, 

Who  stays  himself  on  thee; 
Who  waits  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 

Shall  thy  salvation  see. 

ftf*  "  Be  of good courage."       j.  wesley,  tr. 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears; 

Hope,  and  be  undismayed; 
God  hears  thy  sighs  and  counts  thy  tears; 

God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms, 
He  gently  clears  thy  way; 

Wait  thou  his  time;  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

3  What  though  thou  rulest  not  1 
Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell 

Proclaim,  God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 
And  ruleth  all  things  well. 


5  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears  4  Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

Subside  at  his  control;  His  counsel  shall  appear, 

His  loving-kindness  shall  break  through    When  fully  he  the  work  has  wrought, 

That  caused  thy  needless  fear. 


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Sometimes  a  light  surprises 

The  Christian  while  he  sings; 
It  is  the  Lord  who  rises 

With  healing  in  his  wings: 
When  comforts  are  declining, 

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To  cheer  it  after  rain. 

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The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 

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Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
Let  the  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 

3  It  can  bring  with  it  nothing, 
But  he  will  bring  us  through; 

Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 
Will  clothe  his  people  too: 

Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 
No  creature  but  is  fed; 

And  he  who  feeds  the  ravens, 
Will  give  his  children  bread. 

4  Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither, 
Their  wonted  fruit  should  bear, 

Though  all  the  fields  should  wither, 
Nor  flocks,  nor  herds  be  there; 


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In  heavenly  love  abiding, 

No  change  my  heart  shall  fear, 
And  safe  is  such  confiding, 

For  nothing  changes  here: 
The  storm  may  roar  without  me, 

My  heart  may  low  be  laid, 
But  God  is  round  about  me, 

And  can  I  be  dismayed? 

2  Wherever  he  may  guide  me,  • 
No  want  shall  turn  me  back; 

My  Shepherd  is  beside  me, 
And  nothing  can  I  lack: 

His  wisdom  ever  waketh, 
His  sight  is  never  dim: 

He  knows  the  way  he  taketh, 
And  I  will  walk  with  him. 

3  Green  pastures  are  before  me, 
Which  yet  I  have  not  seen; 

Bright  skies  will  soon  be  o'er  me, 
Where  darkest  clouds  have  been: 

My  hope  I  cannot  measure; 
My  path  to  life  is  free; 

My  Saviour  has  my  treasure, 
And  he  will  walk  with  me. 


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It  must  not  suffer  loss: 
From  victory  unto  victory 

His  army  shall  he  lead, 
Till  every  foe  is  vanquished, 

And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 
2  Stand  up ! — stand  up  for  Jesus  I 

The  trumpet  call  obey; 
Forth  to  the  mighty  conflict, 

In  this  his  glorious  day: 
"Ye  that  are  men,  now  serve  him," 

Against  unnumbered  foes; 
Let  courage  rise  with  danger, 

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Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own: 

Put  on  the  gospel  armor, 
And,  watching  unto  prayer, 

Where  duty  calls,  or  danger, 
Be  never  wanting  there. 

4  Stand  up  ! — stand  up  for  Jesus ! 
The  strife  will  not  be  loug; 

This  day,  the  noise  of  battle, 
The  next,  the  victor's  song: 

To  him  that  overcometh, 
A  crown  of  life  shall  be; 

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Come  on,  ray  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  through  the  wilderness, 

Who  still  your  bodies  feel: 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

To  that  celestial  hill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place, 

The  saints'  secure  abode; 
On  faith's  strong  eagle-pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down ; 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 

.TATHERLAND.  P.M. 


S.    MEDLEY. 


tFtrtf  "  Complete  in  him." 

Come  join,  ye  saints,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Alone  in  Jesus  to  rejoice, 

And  worship  at  his  feet; 
Come,  take  his  praises  on  your  tongues, 
And  raise  to  him  your  thankful  songs, 

"In  him  ye  are  complete  I" 

2  In  him,  who  all  our  praise  excels, 
The  fullness  of  the  Godhead  dwells, 

And  all  perfections  meet: 
The  head  of  all  celestial  powers, 
Divinely  theirs,  divinely  ours; — 

"In  him  ye  are  complete  \n 

3  Still  onward  urge  your  heavenly  way, 
Dependent  on  him  day  by  day, 

His  presence  still  entreat; 
His  precious  name  for  ever  bless, 
Your  glory,  strength,  and  righteousness, — 

"In  him  ye  are  complete  !" 


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Fear  not,  0  little  flock,  the  foe 
Who  madly  seeks  your  overthrow; 

Dread  not  his  rage  and  power; 
"What  tho'  your  courage  sometimes  faints, 
His  seeming  triumph  o'er  God's  saints 

Lasts  but  a  little  hoar. 

2  Be  of  good  cheer;  your  cause  belongs 
To  him  who  can  avenge  your  wrongs; 

Leave  it  to  him,  our  Lord! 
Though  hidden  yet  from  mortal  eyes, 
He  sees  the  Gideon  that  shall  rise 

To  save  us,  and  his  word. 

3  As  true  as  God's  own  word  is  true, 
Not  earth  nor  hell  with  all  their  crew 

Against  us  shall  prevail; 
A  jest  and  by-word  are  they  grown; 
God  is  with  us,  we  are  his  own, 

Our  victorv  cannot  fail! 


4  Amen,  Lord  Jesus,  grant  our  prayer! 
Great  Captain,  now  thine  arm  make  bare, 

Fight  for  us  once  again! 
So  shall  thy  saints  and  martyrs  raise 
A  mighty  chorus  to  thy  praise, 

World  without  end:  Amen! 

tFxJJ.         " Casting  all  care  on  God."  J.  ansticb. 

0  Lord!  how  happy  should  we  be, 
If  we  could  cast  our  care  on  thee, 

If  we  from  self  could  rest; 
And  feel,  at  heart,  that  One  above, 
In  perfect  wisdom,  perfect  love, 

Is  working  for  the  best! 
2  How  far  from  this  our  daily  life, 
Ever  disturbed  by  anxious  strife, 

By  sudden,  wild  alarms! 
Oh,  could  we  but  relinquish  all 
Our  earthly  props,  and  simply  fall 

On  thine  almighty  arms! 


tlOfW     p.  m.  "Lead  on.""      J.  borthwick,  tr. 

Jesus  still  lead  on, 

Till  our  rest  be  won ; 
And  although  the  way  be  cheerless, 
We  will  follow,  calm  and  fearless; 

Guide  us  by  thy  hand 

To  our  Fatherland. 

2  If  the  way  be  drear, 

If  the  foe  be  near, 
Let  not  faithless  fears  o'ertake  us, 
Let  not  faith  and  hope  forsake  us; 

For,  through  many  a  foe, 

To  our  home  we  go. 


3  When  we  seek  relief 
From  a  long-felt  grief, 

When  temptations  come,  alluring, 
Make  us  patient  and  enduring; 
Show  us  that  bright  shore 
Where  we  weep  no  more. 

4  Jesus,  still  lead  on, 
Till  our  rest  be  won; 

Heavenly  Leader,  still  direct  us, 
Still  support,  console,  protect  us, 

Till  we  safely  stand 

In  our  Fatherland. 


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PORTUGUESE  HYMN.    lis. 


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For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  trouble  to  bless,  to  shake, 

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The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want  shall 

I  know; 

I  feed  in  green  pastures,  safe-folded  I  rest ; 

He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters  flow, 

Restores  me  when  wandering,  redeems 

when  oppressed. 

2  Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death 

though  I  stray, 
Since  thou  art  my  Guardian,  no  evil  I  fear ; 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  thy  staff  be  my  stay ; 
No  harm  can  befall,  with  my  Comforter  near . 

3  In  the  midst  of  affliction,  my  table  is  spread ; 
With  blessings  unmeasured  my  cup  run- 
neth o'er; 

With  perfume  and  oil  thou  anointest  my  head ; 
Oh,  what  shall  I  ask  of  thy  providence 
more  ? 

4  Let  goodness  and  mercy,  my  bountiful  G  od ! 
Still  follow  my  steps  till  I  meet  thee  above; 

I  seek,  by  the  path  which  my  forefathers  trod 
Through  the  land  of  their  sojourn,  thy 
kingdom  of  love. 


tFvftf  "  Faint,  yet  pursuing."      j.  n.  darby. 

Though  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go  on  our  way ; 
The  Lord  is  our  Leader,  his  word  is  our  stay; 
Tho'  suffering,  and  sorrow,  and  trial  be  near, 
The  Lord  is  our  Refuge,  and  whom  can  we  fear? 

2  He  raiseth  the  fallen,  he  cheereth  the  faint ; 
The   weak,   and  oppressed — he   will   hear 

their  complaiut; 
The  way  may  be  weary,  and  thorny  the  road, 
But  how  can  we  falter  ? — our  help  is  in  God  1 

3  And  to  his  green  pastures  our  footsteps 

he  leads; 
His  flock  in  the  desert  how  kindly  he  feeds  1 
The  lambs  in  his  bosom  he  tenderly  bears, 
And  brings  back  the  wanderers  all  safe  from 

the  snares. 


4  Though  clouds  may  surround  us,  our  God 

is  our  light; 
Though  storms  rage  around  us,  our  God  is 

our  might; 
So,  faint  yet  pursuing,  still  onward  we  come ; 
The  Lord  is  our  Leader,  and  heaven  is  our 

home! 


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Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

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Jesus!  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Yisit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

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Into  every  troubled  breast! 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  the  promised  rest: 


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Speedily  return,  and  never, 

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3  Finish  then  thy  new  creation, 

Pure,  unspotted  may  we  be: 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 

Perfectly  secured  by  thee! 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


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Everything  to  God  in  prayer  1 
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2  Have  we  trials  and  temptations? 

Is  there  trouble  anywhere? 
We  should  never  be  discouraged, — 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Can  we  find  a  friend  so  faithful, 

Who  will  all  our  sorrows  share? 
Jesus  knows  our  every  weakness — 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 


EVERYDAY,    P.M. 


W.  H.  DOANE. 


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SaYiour,  more  than  life  to  me, 
I  am  clinging,  clinging  close  to  thee; 
Let  thy  precious  blood  applied, 
Keep  me  ever,  ever  near  thy  side. 


Ev-ery  day  and  hour,  every 

Ref. — Every  day,  every  hour, 

Let  me  feel  thy  cleansing  power: 

May  thy  tender  love  to  me, 

Bind  me  closer,  closer,  Lord,  to  thee. 

2  Through  this  changing  world  below, 
Lead  me  gently,  gently  as  I  go; 
Trusting  thee,  I  cannot  stray, 

I  can  never,  never  lose  my  way. — Ref. 

3  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
Till  this  fleeting,  fleeting  life  is  o'er; 
Till  my  soul  is  lost  in  love, 

In  a  brighter,  brighter  world  above. — Ref. 


222 


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STEPHANOS.    P.M. 


H.  W.  BAKER. 


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Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid, 

Art  thou  sore  distressed? 
"Come  to  me,"  saith  One,  "  and  coming, 
Be  at  rest." 

2  Hath  he  marks  to  lead  me  to  him, 
If  he  be  my  Guide? — 

"In  his  feet  and  hands  are  wound-prints, 
And  his  side." 

3  Is  there  diadem,  as  Monarch, 
That  his  brow  adorns? — 

"Yea,  a  crown,  in  very  surety; 
But  of  thorns." 

4  If  I  find  him,  if  I  follow, 
What  his  guerdon  here  ? — 


"Many  a  sorrow,  many  a  labor, 
Many  a  tear." 

5  If  I  still  hold  closely  to  him, 
What  hath  he  at  last?— 

"Sorrow  vanquished,  labor  ended, 
Jordan  passed." 

6  If  I  ask  him  to  receive  me, 
Will  he  say  me  nay  ? — 

"Not  till  earth,  and  not  till  heaven 
Pass  away." 

7  Finding,  following,  keeping,  struggling, 
Is  he  sure  to  bless? — 

"Saints,  apostles,  prophets,  martyrs, 
Answer,  Yes." 


KIALTO.    S.  M. 


GEO.  F.  ROOT. 


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For  me  to  live  is  Christ, 

To  die  is  endless  gain; 
For  him  I  gladly  bear  the  cross, 

And  welcome  grief  and  pain. 

2  A  pilgrimage  my  lot, 
My  home  is  in  the  skies; 

I  nightly  pitch  my  tent  below, 
And  daily  higher  rise. 

3  I  fare  with  Christ  my  Lord; 
His  path  the  path  I  choose; 

They  joy  who  suffer  most  with  him- 
They  win  who  with  him  lose. 


4  The  dawn  on  distant  hills 
Shines  o'er  the  vales  below; 

The  shadows  of  this  world  are  lost 
In  light  to  which  I  go. 

5  My  journey  soon  will  end, 
My  scrip  and  staff  laid  down: 

Oh,  tempt  me  not  with  earthly  toys — 
I  go  to  wear  a  crown. 

6  Faithful  may  I  endure, 
And  hear  my  Saviour  say, 

Thrice  welcome  home,  belovdd  child, 
Inherit  endless  day ! 


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PALESTRINA.   CM. 


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That  leans,  O  Lord,  on  thee  ! 

2  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  so  well 
Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 

TOPAZ.    P.M. 


As  those  eternal  arms  of  love, 
That  every  saint  surround. 

3  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  souls  sincere, 

And  lead  them  safely  on 
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Jesus, — my  King,  by  thee, 

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Of  hope  that  might  in  grief  rejoice, 
If  still  the  way-cry  be, — 
"Nearer  to  thee — nearer  to  thee." 


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CHRISTIAN   COURAGE  AND   CHEER 

111. L_U 


C.  C  CONVERSE. 


1.  Trar'ling  to    the  bet-ter  land,  O'er  the  desert's  scorching  sand,  rather !  let  me  grasp  thy  hand ;  Lead  me  on,  lead  me    on! 
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Traveling  to  the  better  land, 
O'er  the  desert's  scorching  sand, 
Father  !  let  me  grasp  thy  hand; 
Lead  me  on,  lead  me  on  ! 

2  When  at  Marah,  parched  with  heat, 
I  the  sparkling  fountain  greet, 

Make  the  bitter  water  sweet; 
Lead  me  on !  * 

3  When  the  wilderness  is  drear, 
Show  me  Elim's  palm-grove  near, 
And  her  wells,  as  crystal  clear: 

Lead  me  on ! 

4  Through  the  water,  through  the  fire, 
Never  let  me  fail  or  tire, 

HOUGHTON.    103,11s. 


Every  step  brings  Canaan  nigher: 
Lead  me  on ! 

5  Bid  me  stand  on  Nebo's  height, 
Gaze  upon  the  land  of  light, 
Then,  transported  with  the  sight, 

Lead  me  on ! 

6  When  I  stand  on  Jordan's  brink, 
Never  let  me  fear  or  shrink; 
Hold  me,  Father,  lest  I  sink: 

Lead  me  on ! 

1  When  the  victory  is  won, 
And  eternal  life  begun, 
Up  to  glory  lead  me  on ! 

Lead  me  on,  lead  me  on ! 

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MY  LIFE  FLOWS  ON.    P.M. 


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O  i  O  "  Songs  in  the  Night. "  anoi 

My  life  flows  on  in  endless  song: 

Above  earth's  lamentation, 
I  catch  the  sweet,  though  far-off,  hymn 

That  hails  a  new  creation; 
Through  all  the  tumult  and  the  strife, 

I  hear  the  music  ringing; 
It  finds  an  echo  in  my  soul — 

How  can  I  keep  from  singing? 


2  What  though  my  joys  and  comforts  die  ? 
The  Lord  my  Saviour  liveth; 

What  though  the  darkness  gather  round  ? 

Songs  in  the  night  he  giveth; 
No  storm  can  shake  my  inmost  calm, 

While  to  that  refuge  clinging; 
Since  Christ  is  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth, 

How  can  I  keep  from  singing  ? 

3  I  lift  my  eyes;  the  cloud  grows  thin; 
I  see  the  blue  above  it; 

And  day  by  day  this  pathway  smooths, 
Since  first  I  learned  to  love  it; 

The  peace  of  Christ  makes  fresh  my  heart, 
A  fountain  ever  springing; 

All  things  are  mine  since  I  am  his — 
How  can  I  keep  from  singing  ? 


O  I  D     10s,  lis.       Christ  with  us.  J.  newton. 

Begone,  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear; 
By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  per- 
form, [storm. 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the 

2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my 

guide, 
;Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  his  to  provide; 
Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures 

all  fail  [vail. 

The  word  he  has  spoken  shall  surely  pre- 


3  His  love  in  time  past  forbids  me  to  think 
He  'll  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink; 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer  I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his  good  pleasure  to  help  me  quite 

through. 

4  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my 

good, 

The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  medicine  is  food; 

Though  painful  at  present,  't  will  cease  be- 
fore long,  [song ! 

And  then,  oh,  how  pleasant  the  conqueror's 


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Oil   9s,  8s.         Rom.xy.  11,12.  j.  rusling. 

Christian,  the  morn  breaks  sweetly  o'er 
thee, 

And  all  the  midnight  shadows  flee, 
Tinged  are  the  distant  skies  with  glory, 

A  beacon-light  hung  <  ut  for  thee  ; 
Arise  !  arise  !  the  light  breaks  o'er  thee  j 

Thy  name  is  graven  on  the   hrone  ; 
Thy  home  is  in  the  world  of  glory, 

Where  thy  Redeemer  reigns  alone. 

2  Tossed    on     time's     rude,    relentless 

surges, 
Calmly  composed,  and  dauntless  stand. 
For  lo  !  beyond  those  scenes  emerges 
The  height  that  bounds  the  promised 
land  : 
Behold  !  behold  !  the  land  is  nearing, 

Where  the  wild  sea-storm's  rage  is  o'er  j 
Hark  !  how  the  heavenly  hosts  are  cheer- 
ing, 
See  in  what  throngs  they  range  the 
shore ! 

3  Cheer  up !  cheer  up  !  the  day  breaks 

o'er  thee, 

Bright  as  the  summer's  noon-tide  ray, 
The  star-gemmed  crowns  and  realms  of 

Invite  thy  happy  soul  away ;      [glory 
Away  !  away  !  leave  all  for  glory, 

Thy  name  is  graven  on  the  throne  j 
Thy  home  is  in  that  world  of  glory, 

Where  thy  Redeemer  reigns  alone. 


9  4  O  s.  M.  Psalm  23. 

While  my  Redeemer 's  near, 
My  Shepherd  and  my  guide, 

1  bid  farewell  to  anxious  fear  : 
My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

2  To  ever  fragrant  meads, 
Where  rich  abundance  grows, 

His  gracious  hand  indulgent  leads, 
And  guards  my  sweet  repose. 

3  Dear  Shepherd,  if  I  stray, 
My  wandering  feet  restore  ; 

To  thy  fair  pastures  guide  my  way, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

4  Unworthy,  as  I  am, 
Of  thy  protecting  care, 

Jesus,  I  plead  thy  gracious  name, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 


A.  STEELE. 


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*»  •  v  s.  M.  The  War/are.  C.  wbslby. 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise, 
And  put  your  armor  on, 

Strong  is  the  strength  which  G-od  sup- 
Through  his  eternal  Son.  [plies 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 
And  in  his  mighty  power, 

Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand  then  in  his  great  might, 
With  all  his  strength  endued, 

And  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God. 

4  Till,  having  all  things  done, 
And  all  your  conflicts  past, 

You  may  o'ercome,  through  Christ  alone, 
And  stand  entire  at  las'". 

5  From  strength  to  strength  go  on  ; 
Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray  j 

Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 

6  Still  let  the  Spirit  cry 
In  all  his  soldiers,  come ! 

Till  Christ  the  Lord  descend  from  high, 
And  take  the  conquerors  home. 

vOvf  7s,  6s,  d.  Psalm  77.  j.  Montgomery. 

In  time  of  tribulation, 

Hear,  Lord  !  my  feeble  cries  j 
With  humble  supplication 

To  thee  my  spirit  flies  : 
My  heart  with  grief  is  breaking ; 

Scarce  can  my  voice  complain  r 
Mine  eyes,  with  tears  kept  waking, 

Still  watch  and  weep  in  vain. 

2  Thee,  with  the  tribes  assembled, 
O  God,  the  billows  saw  ; 

They  saw  thee  and  they  trembled, 
Turned,  and  stood  still  with  awe: 

The  clouds  shot  hail, — they  lightened, — 
The  earth  reeled  to  and  fro  ; 

The  fiery  pillar  brightened 
The  gulf  of  gloom  below. 

3  Thy  way  is  in  great  waters : 
Thy  footsteps  are  not  known : 

Let  Adam's  sons  and  daughters 

Confide  in  thee  alone  : 
Through  the  wild  sea  thou  leddest 

Thy  chosen  flock  of  yore  : 
Still  on  the  waves  thou  treadest, 

And  thy  redeemed  pass  o'er. 


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6s,  5s.        Growth  by  Conflict. 

Purer  yet  and  purer 

I  would  be  in  mind, 
Dearer  yet  and  dearer 

Every  duty  find ; 
Hoping  still  and  trusting 

God  without  a  fear, 
Patiently  believing 

He  will  make  all  clear. 


2  Calmer  yet  and  calmer 

Trial  bear  and  pain, 
Surer  yet  and  surer 

Peace  at  last  to  gain  j 
Suffering  still  and  doing, 

To  his  will  resigned, 
And  to  God  subduing 

Heart  and  will  and  mind. 

3  Higher  yet  and  higher 

Out  of  clouds  and  night, 
Nearer  yet  and  nearer 

Rising  to  the  light — 
Light  serene  and  holy, 

Where  my  soul  may  rest, 
Purified  and  lowly, 

Sanctified  and  blest. 

4  Quicker  yet  and  quicker 

Ever  onward  press, 
Firmer  yet  and  firmer 

Step  as  I  progress : 
Oft  these  earnest  longings 

Swell  within  my  breast, 
Yet  their  inner  meaning 

Ne'er  can  be  expressed. 


I    Tim.  6  :    12.  J.  MONTGOMERY. 


588  „ 

Fight  the  good  fight !  lay  hold 

Upon  eternal  life ; 
Keep  but  thy  shield, — be  bold  ! 

Stand  through  the  hottest  strife  : 
With  thy  great  Captain  on  the  field, 
Thou  canst  not  fail,  unless  thou  yield. 

2  No  force  of  earth  or  hell, 
Though  fiends  with  men  unite, 

Truth's  champion  can  compel, 
However  pressed,  to  flight : 
He  stands  unmoved  upon  the  field  j 
He  cannot  fall,  unless  he  yield. 

3  Great  words  are  these,  and  strong  j 
Yet,  Lord,  I  look  to  thee  j 

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To  whom  alone  belong 

Valor  and  victory : 
With  thee,  my  Captain,  in  the  field, 

1  must  prevail — I  cannot  yield ! 

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W^"  c.  m.  d.     "  Wake  thy  heart  I "         j.  bowdler. 

Children  of  God,  who,  faint  and  slow, 

Your  pilgrim-path  pursue, 
In  strength  and  weakness,  joy  and  woe, 

To  God's  high  calling  true  ! — 
Why  move  ye  thus,  with  lingering  tread, 

A  doubting,  mournful  band? 
Why  faintly  hangs  the  drooping  head  ? 

Why  fails  the  feeble  hand  % 

2  Oh,  weak  to  know  a  Saviour's  power, 
To  feel  a  Father's  care  ! 

A  moment's  toil,  a  passing  shower, 

Is  all  the  grief  ye  share. 
The  orb  of  light,  though  clouds  awhile 

May  hide  his  noon-tide  ray, 
Shall  soon  in  lovelier  beauty  smile 

To  gild  the  closing  day, — 

3  And,    bursting    through    the    dusky 

shroud 

That  dared  his  power  invest, 
Ride  throned  in  light  o'er  every  cloud, 

Triumphant  to  his  rest. 
Then,  Christian,  dry  the  falling  tear, 

The  faithless  doubt  remove  ; 
Redeemed  at  last  from  guilt  and  fear, 

Oh  !  wake  thy  heart  to  love. 


W.  F.  LLOYD. 


0&4:  7s.  Deut.  33 :  25. 

Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord, 
To  his  gracious  promise  flee, 

Laying  hold  upon  his  word, 

"  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

2  If  the  sorrows  of  thy  case 
Seem  peculiar  still  to  thee, 

God  has  promised  needful  grace — 
"  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  bo." 

3  Days  of  trial,  days  of  grief, 
In  succession  thou  mayst  see  ; 

This  is  still  thy  sweet  relief — 

"As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

4  Rock  of  Ages,  I  'm  secure, 
With  thy  promise  full  and  free  j 

Faithful,  positive,  and  sure — 

"  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be/' 


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One  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend ; 

His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 
Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 

But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 
Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name ; 

Now  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

4  Oh,  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften! 
Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length,  to  love; 

We,  alas!  forget  too  often 
What  a  friend  we  have  above. 

tlOvf  "Jesus  only."  e.  kason. 

Jesus  only,  when  the  morning 
Beams  upon  the  path  I  tread; 

Jesus  only,  when  the  darkness 
Gathers  round  my  weary  head. 

2  Jesus  only,  when  the  billows 
Cold  and  sullen  o  'er  me  roll ; 

Jesus  only,  when  the  trumpet 

Rends  the  tomb  and  wakes  the  soul. 

3  Jesus  only,  when,  adoring, 

Saints  their  crowns  before  him  bring ; 
Jesus  only,  I  will,  joyous, 
Through  eternal  ages  sing. 


w«  I  None  but  Jesus.         a.  r.  cousin. 

None  but  Christ:  his  merit  hides  me, 
He  was  faultless — I  am  fair; 

None  but  Christ,  his  wisdom  guides  me, 
He  was  out-cast — I'm  his  care. 

2  None  but  Christ:  his  Spirit  seals  me, 
Gives  me  freedom  with  control; 

None  but  Christ,  his  bruising  heals  me, 
And  his  sorrow  soothes  my  soul. 

3  None  but  Christ:  his  life  sustains  me, 
Strength  and  song  to  me  he  is; 

None  but  Christ,  his  love  constrains  me, 
He  is  mine  and  I  am  his. 


E.  H.   KEVIN. 


tfO&  "  With  you  always. 

Always  with  us,  always  with  us — 
Words  of  cheer  and  words  of  love; 

Thus  the  risen  Saviour  whispers, 
From  his  dwelling-place  above. 

2  With  us  when  we  toil  in  sadness, 
Sowing  much  and  reaping  none; 

Telling  us  that  in  the  future 
Golden  harvests  shall  be  won. 

3  With  us  when  the  storm  is  sweeping 
O'er  our  pathway  dark  and  drear; 

Waking  hope  within  our  bosoms, 
Stilling  every  anxious  fear. 

4  With  us  in  the  lonely  valley, 
When  we  cross  the  chilling  stream — 

Lighting  up  the  steps  to  glory 
With  salvation's  radiant  beam. 


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FROM  DONIZETTI. 


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OO"  "  All  fullness.' 

Jesus,  thou  source  of  calm  repose, 
All  fullness  dwells  iu  thee  divine; 

Our  strength  to  quell  the  proudest  foes; 
Our  light,  in  deepest  gloom  to  shine; 

Thou  art  our  fortress,  strength,  and  tower, 

Our  trust  and  portion,  evermore. 

2  Jesus,  our  Comforter  thou  art; 
Our  rest  in  toil,  our  ease  in  pain; 

The  balm  to  heal  each  broken  heart, 

In  storms  our  peace,  in  loss  our  gain; 
Our  joy,  beneath  the  worldling's  frown ; 
In  shame,  our  glory  and  our  crown; — 

3  In  want,  our  plentiful  supply; 

In  weakness,  our  almighty  power; 
In  bonds,  our  perfect  liberty^ 

Our  refuge  in  temptation's  hour; 
Our  comfort  when  in  grief  and  thrall; 
Our  life  in  death;  our  all  in  all. 

*J*J\J  "Just  Slick  OS  I."  J.   EDMESTON. 

As  oft  with  worn  and  weary  feet, 
We  tread  earth's  rugged  valley  o'er, 

The  thought,  how  comforting  and  sweet, 
Christ  trod  this  very  path  before  ! 

Our  wants  and  weaknesses  he  knows, 

From  life's  first  dawning  till  its  close. 

WILMOT.    8s,  7s. 


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2  If  Satan  tempt  our  hearts  to  stray, 
And  whisper  evil  things  within, 

So  did  he,  in  the  desert  way, 

Assail  our  Lord  with  thoughts  of  sin: 
When  worn,  and  in  a  feeble  hour, 
The  tempter  came  with  all  his  power. 

3  Just  such  as  I,  this  earth  he  trod, 
With  every  human  ill  but  sin; 

And,  though  indeed  the  very  God, 

As  I  am  now,  so  he  has  been: 
My  God,  my  Saviour !  look  on  me 
With  pity,  love,  and  sympathy. 

IWV A     "My  Strength,  my  Tower."      j.  wesley,  tr 

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Thee  will  I  love,  my  Joy,  my  Crown; 

Thee  will  I  love,  with  all  my  power, 
In  all  thy  works,  and  thee  alone: 

Thee  will  I  love,  till  the  pure  fire 

Fill  my  whole  soul  with  chaste  desire. 

2  Thee  will  I  love,  my  Joy,  my  Crown ! 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  God ! 
Thee  will  I  love,  beneath  thy  frown 

Or  smile,  thy  sceptre  or  thy  rod. 
What  though  my  heart  and  flesh  decay? 
Thee  shall  I  love  in  endless  day. 

CARL  MARIA  VON  WEBER. 


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"w/S  " Master  mine.'"  T.  h.  gill. 

Dear  Lord  and  Master  mine  ! 

Thy  happy  servant  see; 
My  Conqueror  !  with  what  joy  divine 

Thy  captive  clings  to  thee ! 

2  I  would  not  walk  alone, 
But  still  with  thee,  my  God, 

At  every  step  my  blindness  own, 
And  ask  of  thee  the  road. 

3  The  weakness  I  enjoy 

That  casts  me  on  thy  breast; 

STILLINGFLEET.    S.  M. 


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Make  me  divinely  blest. 

4  Dear  Lord  and  Master  mine  I 
Still  keep  thy  servant  true; 

My  Guardian  and  my  Guide  divine  ! 
Bring,  bring  thy  pilgrim  through. 

5  My  Conqueror  and  my  King ! 
Still  keep  me  in  thy  train; 

And  with  thee  thy  glad  captive  bring 
When  thou  return'st  to  reign. 


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My  God,  my  Life,  my  Love, 
To  thee,  to  thee  I  call; 

1  cannot  live,  if  thou  remove, 

For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 
The  angels  owe  their  bliss: 

They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

3  Not  all  the  harps  above 
Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 


If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 


4  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 
Can  one  delight  afford — 

No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

5  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 
Where  all  my  pleasures  roll; 

The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 


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O  UTl         "  Jesus  is  my  friend."    c.  winkworth,  tr. 

Since  Jesus  is  my  friend, 

And  I  to  him  belong, 
It  matters  not  what  foes  intend, 

However  fierce  and  strong. 

2  He  whispers  in  my  breast 
Sweet  words  of  holy  cheer, 

How  they  who  seek  in  God  their  rest 
Shall  ever  find  him  near; — 

3  How  God  hath  built  above 
A  city  fair  and  new, 

Where  eye  and  heart  shall  see  and  prove 
What  faith  has  counted  true. 

4  My  heart  for  gladness  springs; 
It  cannot  more  be  sad; 

For  very  joy  it  smiles  and  sings, — 
Sees  naught  but  sunshine  glad. 

5  The  sun  that  lights  mine  eyes 
Is  Christ,  the  Lord  I  love; 

1  sing  for  joy  of  that  which  lies 
Stored  up  for  me  above. 

O  t/O  Psalm  23.  I.  watts. 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 

I  shall  be  well  supplied; 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

What  can  I  want  beside? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 
Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 

Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 


3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim; 
And  guide  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear; 

Tho'  I  should  walk  thro'  death's  dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  In  spite  of  all  my  foes, 
Thou  dost  my  table  spread; 

My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 
Shall  crown  my  future  days; 

Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 

1}  &  \J  Unseen,  we  love.  1.  watts. 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes 

Have  we  beheld  the  Lord; 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name; 

And  love  him  in  his  word. 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  sight 
Of  our  Redeemer's  face ; 

Yet,  Lord,  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

3  And  when  we  taste  thy  love, 
Our  joys  divinely  grow 

Unspeakable,  like  those  above, 
And  heaven  begins  below. 


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FEDERAL  STREET.    L.  M. 


H.  K.  OLIVER. 


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Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ? 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  owq  a  star; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ! 
No;  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

5  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 
And,  oh,  may  this  my  glory  be 

That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me  ! 

Ot/O  Jesus  all  in  all.  ray  palmer,  /n 

Jesus,  thou  Joy  of  loving  hearts, 

Thou  Fount  of  life  !   thou  Light  of  men  ! 

From  the  best  bliss  that  earth  imparts, 
We  turn  unfilled  to  thee  again. 

2  Thy  truth  unchanged  hath  ever  stood; 

Thou  savest  those  that  on  thee  call; 
To  them  that  seek  thee  thou  art  good, 

To  them  that  find  thee,  All  in  All. 


3  We  taste  thee,  0  thou  Living  Bread, 
And  long  to  feast  upon  thee  still; 

We  drink  of  thee,  the  Fountain  Head, 
And  thirst  our  souls  from  thee  to  fill  1 

4  Our  restless  spirits  yearn  for  thee, 
Where'er  our  changeful  lot  is  cast; 

Glad,  when  thy  gracious  smile  we  see, 
Blest,  when  our  faith  can  hold  thee  fast. 

5  0  Jesus,  ever  with  us  stay; 

Make  all  our  moments  calm  and  bright; 
Chase  the  dark  night  of  sin  away, 
Shed  o'er  the  world  thy  holy  light ! 


S.  F.   SMITH. 


tf  v  tf  "Not your  own." 

Oh,  not  my  own  these  verdant  hills, 

And  fruits,  and  flowers,  and  stream,  and 
wood; 

But  his  who  all  with  glory  fills, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  precious  blood. 

2  Oh,  not  my  own  this  wondrous  frame, 
Its  curious  work,  its  living  soul; 

But  his  who  for  my  ransom  came; 

Slain  for  my  sake,  he  claims  the  whole. 

3  Oh,  not  my  own  the  grace  that  keeps 
My  feet  from  fierce  temptations  free; 

Oh,  not  my  own  the  thought  that  leaps, 
Adoring,  blessdd  Lord,  to  thee. 

4  Oh,  not  my  own;  I'll  soar  and  sing, 
When  life,  with  all  its  toils,  is  o'er, 

And  thou  thy  trembling  lamb  shalt  bring 
Safe  home,  to  wander  nevermore. 


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Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

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Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away, 
Oh,  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  thine ! 
2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart} 

My  zeal  inspire; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh,  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  livino;  fire ! 


3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  arouud  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
Blest  Saviour  !  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove; 
Oh,  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransomed  soul ! 


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Jesus,  my  Lord ! 
Oh,  thou  art  all  to  me ! 
Nothing  to  please  I  see, 
Nothing  apart  from  thee, 

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2  Thou,  blessed  Son  of  God, 
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Love  that  I  daily  prove, 
Jesus,  my  Lord ! 

3  When  unto  thee  I  flee, 
Thou  wilt  my  refuge  be, 

Jesus,  my  Lord ! 
What  need  I  now  to  fear? 
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Since  thou  art  ever  near? 

Jesus,  my  Lord ! 

4  Soon  thou  wilt  come  again  ! 
1  shall  be  happy  then, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 
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Then  I  shall  like  thee  be, 
Then  evermore  with  thee, 

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Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord? 

Behold  my  heart,  and  see; 
And  turn  the  dearest  idol  out 

That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 
To  mine  attentive  ear? 

Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound, 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear? 

3  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 
I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 

Hast  thou  a  foe,  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

4  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 
In  honor  of  thy  name  ? 

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To  damp  the  immortal  flame  ? 

5  Thou  knowest  that  I  love  thee,  Lord; 
But,  oh,  I  long  to  soar 

Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 


Dvfl  Psalm  23.  scotch  vers. 

The  Lord's  my  shepherd,  I'll  not  want: 

He  makes  me  down  to  lie 
In  pastures  green;  he  leadeth  me 

The  quiet  waters  by. 

2  My  soul  he  doth  restore  again; 
And  me  to  walk  doth  make 

Within  the  paths  of  righteousness, 
Ev'n  for  his  own  name's  sake. 

3  Yea,  though  I  walk  in  death's  dark  vale, 
Yet  will  I  fear  no  ill; 

For  thou  art  with  me,  and  thy  rod 
And  staff  me  comfort  still. 

4  My  table  thou  hast  furnished 
In  presence  of  my  foes ; 

My  head  thou  dost  with  oil  anoint, 
And  my  cup  overflows. 

5  Goodness  and  mercy,  all  my  life, 
Shall  surely  follow  me ; 

And  in  God's  house  for  evermore 
My  dwelling-place  shall  be. 


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jEsrs,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 

That  radiant  form  of  thine  ! 
The  vail  of  sense  hangs  dark  between 

Thy  blessed  face  and  mine ! 

2  I  see  thee  not,  I  hear  thee  not, 

Yet  art  thou  oft  with  me; 
And  earth  hath  ne'er  so  dear  a  spot, 

As  where  I  meet  with  thee. 


UUtf  Strength,  Fortress,  Refuge.      a.  Steele. 

Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 

On  thee,  wheu  sorrows  rise, 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 

My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 

For  every  pain  I  feel. 


3  Like  some  bright  dream  that  comes  un-  3  But  oh,  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 
When  slumbers  o'er  me  roll,       [sought,      I  fear  to  call  thee  mine; 


Thine  image  ever  fills  my  thought, 
And  charms  my  ravished  soul. 

4  Yet  though  I  have  not  seen,  and  still 

Must  rest  in  faith  alone; 
I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord ! — and  will, 

L^nseen,  but  not  unknown. 


The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  thee, 

Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 


5  When  death  these  mortal  eyes  shall  seal,  5  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still, 
And  still  this  throbbing  heart,  Here  let  my  soul  retreat, 

The  rending  vail  shall  thee  reveal,  With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 

All  glorious  as  thou  art !  And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 


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Oh,  sweetly  breathe  the  lyres  above, 
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And  wake,  to  chant  Immanuel's  love, 
Such  strains  as  angel-lips  can  sing ! 

2  And  sweet,  on  earth,  the  choral  swell, 
From  mortal  tongues,  of  gladsome  lays ; 

When  pardoned  souls  their  raptures  tell, 
And,  grateful,  hymn  Immanuel's  praise. 

3  Jesus,  thy  name  our  souls  adore; 

We  own  the  bond  that  makes  us  thine; 
And  carnal  joys  that  charmed  before, 
For  thy  dear  sake  we  now  resign. 

4  Our  hearts,  by  dying  love  subdued, 
Accept  thine  offered  grace  to-day; 

Beneath  the  cross,  with  blood  bedewed, 
;We  bow,  and  give  ourselves  away. 

5  In  thee  we  trust, — on  thee  rely; 
Though  we  are  feeble,  thou  art  strong; 

Oh,  keep  us  till  our  spirits  fly 

To  join  the  bright,  immortal  throng  ! 


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""•  Robe  of  Righteousness.  j.  wesley,  tr. 

Jesus,  thy  Blood  and  Righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress; 
'Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  Lord,  I  believe  thy  precious  blood, — 
Which,  at  the  mercy-seat  of  God, 

For  ever  doth  for  sinners  plead, — 
For  me,  ev'n  for  my  soul,  was  shed. 

3  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies — 
Ev'n  then,  this  shall  be  all  my  plea: 
Jesus  hath  lived,  hath  died  for  me. 

4  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears, 
When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 

5  Oh,  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice: 
Bid,  Lord,  thy  mourning  ones  rejoice; 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  Lord  our  Righteousness. 


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Away  from  earth  iny  spirit  turns, 

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Thou  wilt  uphold,  and  save,  and  bless, 
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4  Then  let  me  take  thy  gracious  hand, 
And  walk  beside  thee  onward  still; 

Till  my  glad  feet  shall  safely  stand, 
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2  Though  long  the  weary  way  we  tread, 

And  sorrow  crown  each  lingering  year, 
No  path  we  shun,  no  darkness  dread, 

Our  hearts  still  whispering,  thou  art  near. 


3  When  drooping  pleasure  turns  to  grief, 
And  trembling  faith  is  changed  to  fear, 

The  murmuring  wind,  the  quivering  leaf, 
Shall  softly  tell  us  thou  art  near. 

4  On  thee  we  fling  our  burdening  woe, 
0  Love  Divine,  for  ever  dear; 

Content  to  suffer  while  we  know, 
Living  or  dying,  thou  art  near  I 


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With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 

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And  whispers,  I  am  his  ! 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 
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Jesus,  who  on  his  glorious  throne 

Rules  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea, 
Is  pleased  to  claim  me  for  his  own 

And  give  himself  to  me. 
2  His  person  fixes  all  my  love, 

His  blood  removes  my  fear; 
And  while  he  pleads  for  me  above, 

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3  His  word  of  promise  is  my  food, 
His  Spirit  is  my  guide ; 

Thus  daily  is  my  strength  renewed, 
And  all  my  wants  supplied. 

4  For  him  I  count  as  gain  each  lose, 
Disgrace  for  him  renown; 

Well  may  I  glory  in  my  cross, 
While  he  prepares  my  crown. 


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1.  Jesus !  I  love  thy  charming  name,  T  is  music  to  mine  ear ;  Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud,  That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

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\)L&  «•  His  name  Jesus."       p.  doddridge. 

Jesus  !  I  love  thy  charming  name, 

'Tis  music  to  mine  ear; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 

That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

2  Yes ! — thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust; 
Jewels,  to  thee,  are  gaudy  toys, 

And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 


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3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 
In  thee  doth  richly  meet; 

Not  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 
And  sheds  its  fragrance  there; — 

The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 


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1.  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds  In   a  be  -  lier-er's  ear!  It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds,  And  drives  away  his   fear. 

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How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesiis  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 

And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Jesus !  my  Shepherd,  Guardian,  Friend, 
My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King; 

My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

4  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought; 

But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

5  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim, 
With  every  fleeting  breath; 

And  may  the  music  of  thy  name, 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


vX"x  "  Jesus  only."        e.  caswaix,  tr. 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee, 
With  sweetness  fills  my  breast; 

But  sweeter  far  thy  face  to  see 
And  in  thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 
Nor  can  the  memory  find 

A  sweeter  sound  than  thy  blest  name, 
0  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 

3  0  Hope  of  every  contrite  heart ! 
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To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  thou  art ! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find?     Ah  !  this, 
Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show; 

The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is, 
None  but  his  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  thou, 
As  thou  our  prize  wilt  be; 

Jesus,  be  thou  our  glory  now, 
And  through  eternity, 


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Where  the  flock  of  thy  pasture  are  feed- 
ing; 

1  seek  thy  protection,  I  need  thy  control, 

I  would  go  where  my  Shepherd  is  leading. 

2  Oh,  tell  me  the  place  where  thy  flock  are 

at  rest, 
"Where  the  noontide  will  find  them  re- 
posing; 
The  tempest  now  rages,  my  soul  is  dis- 
tressed, 
And  the  pathway  of  peace  I  am  losing. 

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And  temptations  their  ruin  are  proving  ? 

4  Ah,  when  shall  my  woes  and  my  wander- 

ings cease, 
And  the  follies  that  fill  me  with  weeping? 
Thou  Shepherd  of  Israel,  restore  me  that 

peace, 
Thou  dost  give  to  the  flock  thou  art 

keeping. 

5  A  voice  from   the   Shepherd  now  bids 

me  return 
By  the  way  where  the  footprints   are 

lying; 
No  longer  to  wander,  no  longer  to  mourn: 
And  homeward  my  spirit  is  flying. 


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1.  Oh,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth,  Oh,  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth,  Which  in  my  Saviour  shine! 


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Oh,  could  I  speak  the  matcliless  worth, 
Oh,  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 

"Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ! 
I'd  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly 
And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings 

In  notes  almost  divine. 
2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine  ! 
I'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all-perfect  heavenly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 


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3  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne: 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

4  Well — the  delightful  day  will  come, 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face : 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 


G.  DUFFIELD. 


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Blessed  Saviour  !  thee  I  love, 
All  my  other  joys  above; 
All  my  hopes  in  thee  abide, 
Thou  my  hope,  and  naught  beside: 
Ever  let  my  glory  be, 
Only,  only,  only  thee. 

2  Once  again  beside  the  cross, 
All  my  gain  I  count  but  loss; 
Earthly  pleasures  fade  away, — 
Clouds  they  are  that  hide  my  day: 
Hence,  vain  shadows !  let  me  see 
Jesus,  crucified  for  me. 

3  Blessed  Saviour,  thine  am  I, 
Thine  to  live,  and  thine  to  die; 
Height,  or  depth,  or  earthly  power, 
Ne'er  shall  hide  my  Saviour  more: 
Ever  shall  my  glory  be 

Only,  only,  only  thee ! 


OlO    7s,  61.        "I am  thine.  f.  r.  havergal. 

Jesus,  Master,  whose  I  am, 
Purchased  thine  alone  to  be, 

By  thy  blood,  0  spotless  Lamb, 
Shed  so  willingly  for  me; 

Let  my  heart  be  all  thine  own, 

Let  me  live  to  thee  alone. 

2  Other  lords  have  long  held  sway; 
Now  thy  name  alone  to  bear, 

Thy  dear  voice  alone  obey, 

Is  my  daily,  hourly  prayer. 
Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  thee? 
Nothing  else  my  joy  can  be. 

3  Jesus,  Master,  I  am  thine; 
Keep  me  faithful,  keep  me  near; 

Let  thy  presence  in  me  shine 

All  my  homeward  way  to  cheer. 
Jesus,  at  thy  feet  I  fall, 
Oh,  be  thou  my  All  in  all. 


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I  once  was  a  stranger  to  grace  and  to  God; 
I  knew  not  my  danger,  and  felt  not  my  load ; 
Though  friends  spoke  in  rapture  of  Christ 

on  the  tree, 
Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  seemed  nothing  to  me. 


2  When  free  grace  awoke  me  by  light  from 

on  high, 
Then  legal  fears  shook  me :  I  trembled  to  die : 
No  refuge,  no  safety,  in  self  could  I  see: 
Jehovah,  thou  only  my  Saviour  must  be! 


3  My  terrors  all  vanished  before  his  sweet 

name ; 
My  guilty  fears  banished,  with  boldness  I 

came 
To  drink  at  the  fountain,  so  copious  and  free : 
Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  is  all  things  to  me. 


4  Jehovah,  the  Lord,  is  my  treasure  and 

boast ; 
Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  I  ne'er  can  be  lost; 
In  thee  I  shall  conquer,  by  flood  and  by 

field, 
Jehovah  my  anchor,  Jehovah  my  shield! 


Vw"  u Looking  unto  Jesus."  j.  n.  darby. 

0  eyes  that  are  weary,  and  hearts  that 

are  sore! 
Look  off  unto  Jesus,  now  sorrow  no  more! 
The  light  of  his  countenance  shineth  so 

bright, 
That  here,  as  in  heaven,  there  need  be  no 

night. 

2  While  looking  to  Jesus,  my  heart  can- 

not fear; 

1  tremble  no  more  when  I  see  Jesus  near; 
I  know  that  his   presence  my  safeguard 

will  be, 
For,  "Why  are  you  troubled?"  he  saith 
unto  me. 

3  Still  looking  to  Jesus,  oh,  may  I  be  found, 
When  Jordan's  dark  waters  encompass  me 

round: 
They  bear  me  away  in  his  presence  to  be: 
I  see  him  still  nearer  whom  always  I  see. 

4  Then,  then  shall  I  know  the  full  beauty 

and  grace 
Of  Jesus,  my  Lord,  when  I  stand  face  to  face ; 
Shall  know  how  his  love  went  before  me 

each  day, 
And  wonder  that  ever  my  eyes  turned  away. 


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Come  ,  Jesus,  Redeemer,  abide  thou  with  me ;  died, 

Come,  gladden  my  spirit  that  waiteth  for  Made   clean  in  the  fountain  that  gushed 

thee;  from  thy  side, 

Thy  smile  every  shadow  shall  chase  from  my  I  shall  see  thy  full  glory,  thy  face  shall  be- 

heart,  hold, 

And  soothe  every  sorrow  though  keen  be  And  praise  thee  with  raptures  for  ever  un- 

the  smart.  told  1 

2  Without  thee  but  weakness, with  thee  I 

am  Strong;  622         "Distresses  for  Christ's  sake."       c.  fry. 

By  day  thou  shalt  lead  me,by  night  be  my  For  what  shall  I  praise  thee,  my  God  and 

song  ;  my  King, 

Though  dangers  surround  me,  I  still  every  For  what  blessings  the  tribute  of  gratitude 

fear,  bring  ? 

Since  thou,  the  Most  Mighty,  my  Helper,  Shall  I  praise  thee  for  pleasure,  for  health, 

art  near.  or  for  ease, 

3  Thy  love,  oh,  how  faithful  1  so  tender,  so  For  the  sunshine  of  youth,  for  the  garden 

pure  !  of  peace  ? 

Thy  promise,  faith's  anchor,  how  steadfast  2  For  this  I  should  praise;  but  if  only  for 

and  sure !  this, 

That  love,  like  sweet  sunshine,  my  cold  I  should  leave  half  untold  the  donation  of 

heart  can  warm,  bliss  ! 

That  promise  make  steady  my  soul  in  the  I  thank  thee  for  sickness,  for  sorrow,  and 


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thy  peace:  I  bear; — 

From   restless,  vain  wishes,  bid  thou  my  3  For  nights  of  anxiety,  watching,  and  tears, 

heart  cease;  A  present  of  pain,  a  prospective  of  fears; 

In  thee  all  its  longings  henceforward  shall  I  praise  thee,  I  bless  thee,  my  Lord  and  my 

end,  God, 

Till,  glad,  to  thy  presence  my  soul  shall  For  the  good  and  the  evil  thy  hand  hath  be- 

ascend.  stowed ! 

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How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
The  woodlands,  the  fields,  and  the  flowers, 

Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  to  me. 
His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  softer  than  music  his  voice ; 
His  presence  can  banish  my  gloom, 

And  bid  all  within  me  rejoice. 

2  Dear  Lord  !  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

And  thou  art  my  light  and  my  song; 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 
Oh,  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  the  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering. presence  restore; 
Or  bid  me  soar  upward  on  high, 

Where  winters  and  storms  are  no  more. 

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"  &  *  UA  Itogether  lovely. ' ' 

My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love, 

His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim: 
And  join  with  the  armies  above, 

To  shout  his  adorable  name. 
To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine 

Shall  be  my  eternal  employ; 
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To  live  on  the  smiles  of  my  God, 

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To  shine  with  the  angels  in  light, 

With  saints  and  with  seraphs  to  sing, 
To  view,  with  eternal  delight, 

My  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  my  King ! 


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Ye  angels  !  who  stand  round  the  throne, 

And  view  my  Inmianuel's  face, — 
In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known, 

Oh,  tune  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise: 
lie  formed  you  the  spirits  you  are, 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good; 
"When  others  sank  down  in  despair, 

Confirmed  by  his  power,  ye  stood. 

2  Ye  saints  !  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 
And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his  feet, 

His  grace  and  his  glory  display, 
And  all  his  rich  mercy  repeat ; 

He  snatched  you  from  hell  and  the  grave, 
He  ransomed  from  death  and  despair: 

For  you  he  was  mighty  to  save, 
Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 

3  Oh,  when  will  the  period  appear 
When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song? 

I  'm  weary  of  lingering  here, 
And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong  1 

I  want — oh,  I  want  to  be  there, 
To  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu — 

Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share — 
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""*"  " Not  seen,  ye  love."  w.  cowper. 

My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love, 

Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore, 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 

All  glory,  dominion,  and  power, — 
Dissolve  thou  these  bands  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee; 
Ah,  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 

And  make  me  eternally  free  ! 

2  When  that  happy  era  begins, 
When  arrayed  in  thy  glories  I  shine, 

Nor  grieve  any  more,  by  my  sins, 
The  bosom  on  which  I  recline, 

Oh,  then  shall  the  vail  be  removed, 

And  round  me  thy  brightness  be  poured ! 

I  shall  meet  him,  whom  absent  I  loved, 
I  shall  see,  whom  unseen  I  adored. 

3  And  then,  nevermore  shall  the  fears, 
The  trials,  temptations,  and  woes, 

Which  darken  this  valley  of  tears, 
Intrude  on  my  blissful  repose: 

To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 
My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone; 

Oh,  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 
And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne ! 


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OrW  I  "Altogether  lovely."        F.  k.  cox,  tr. 

Earth  has  nothing  sweet  or  fair, 
Lovely  forms  or  beauties  rare, 
But  before  my  eyes  they  bring 
Christ,  of  beauty  Source  and  Spring. 

2  When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  golden  sunbeams  rise, 
Then  my  Saviour's  form  I  find 
Brightly  imaged  on  my  mind. 

3  When  the  star-beams  pierce  the  night, 
Oft  I  think  on  Jesus'  light; 

Think  how  bright  that  light  will  be, 
Shining  through  eternity. 

4  'Come,  Lord  Jesus !  and  dispel 
This  dark  cloud  in  which  I  dwell, 
And  to  me  the  power  impart 

To  behold  thee  as  thou  art. 

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"iWO  " Immanuel."  j.  newton. 

Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows 
Charm  me  in  Immanuel's  name; 

All  her  hopes  my  spirit  owes 

To  his  birth,  and  cross,  and  shame. 

2  When  he  came  the  angels  sung, 
"Glory  be  to  God  on  high:" 

Lord,  unloose  my  stammering  tongue; 
Who  should  louder  sing  than  I  ? 

3  Did  the  Lord  a  man  become, 
That  he  might  the  law  fulfill, 

Bleed  and  suffer  in  my  room, — 

And  canst  thou,  my  tongue,  be  still  ? 


4  No;  I  must  my  praises  bring, 
Though  they  worthless  are,  and  weak; 

For  should  I  refuse  to  sing, 

Sure  the  very  stones  would  speak. 

5  0  my  Saviour !  Shield,  and  Sun, 
Shepherd,  Brother,  Lord,  and  Friend- 

Every  precious  name  in  one ! 
I  will  love  thee  without  end. 


To  live  is  Christ." 


R.  WARDLAW. 


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Christ,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joy, 

Still  in  thee  let  me  be  found, 
Still  for  thee  my  powers  employ. 

2  Fountain  of  o'erflowing  grace  I 
Freely  from  thy  fullness  give; 

Till  I  close  my  earthly  race, 
Be  it  "  Christ  for  me  to  live  ! n 

3  Firmly  trusting  in  thy  blood, 
Nothing  shall  my  heart  confound; 

Safely  I  shall  pass  the  flood, 

Safely  reach  Immanuel's  ground. 

4  When  I  touch  the  blessed  shore, 
Back  the  closing  waves  shall  roll ! 

Death's  dark  stream  shall  nevermore 
Part  from  thee  my  ravished  soul. 

5  Thus — oh,  thus  an  entrance  give 
To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky; 

Having  known  it  "Christ  to  live," 
Let  me  know  it  "gain  to  die." 


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Blessed  fountain,  full  of  grace  ! 

Grace  for  sinners,  grace  for  me, 
To  this  source  alone  I  trace 

What  I  am,  and  hope  to  be. 

2  What  I  am,  as  one  redeemed, 
Saved  and  rescued  by  the  Lord; 

Hating  what  I  once  esteemed, 
Loving  what  I  once  abhorred. 

3  What  I  hope  to  be  ere  long, 
When  I  take  my  place  above; 


When  I  join  the  heavenly  throng; 
When  I  see  the  God  of  love. 

4  Then  I  hope  like  him  to  be, 
Who  redeemed  his  saints  from  sin, 

Whom  I  now  obscurely  see, 

Through  a  vail  that  stands  between. 

5  Blessed  fountain,  full  of  grace  I 
Grace  for  sinners,  grace  for  me; 

To  this  source  alone  I  trace 
What  I  am,  and  hope  to  be. 


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Saviour  !  teach  me,  day  by  day, 
Love's  sweet  lesson  to  obey; 
Sweeter  lesson  cannot  be, 
Loving  him  who  first  loved  me. 

2  With  a  childlike  heart  of  love, 
At  thy  bidding  may  I  move ; 
Prompt  to  serve  and  follow  thee, 
Loving  him  who  first  loved  me. 

3  Teach  me  all  thy  steps  to  trace, 
Strong  to  follow  in  thy  grace ; 


Learning  how  to  love  from  thee, 
Loving  him  who  first  loved  me*. 

4  Love  in  loving  finds  employ — 
In  obedience  all  her  joy; 

Ever  new  that  joy  will  be, 
Loving  him  who  first  loved  me. 

5  Thus  may  I  rejoice  to  show 
That!  feel  the  love  I  owe; 
Singing,  till  thy  face  I  see, 

Of  his  love  who  first  loved  me. 


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v>OrfW  c.  M.  u  He  is  precious."    o.  heginbotham. 

Blest  Jesus  !  when  my  soaring  thoughts 

O'er  all  thy  graces  rove, 
How  is  my  soul  in  transport  lost, — 

In  wonder,  joy,  and  love  ! 

2  Not  softest  strains  can  charm  my  ears, 
Like  thy  beloved  name  ; 

Nor  aught  beneath  the  skies  inspire 
My  heart  with  equal  flame. 

3  "Where'er  I  look,  my  wondering  eyes 
Unnumbered  blessings  see  ; 

But  what  is  life,  with  all  its  bliss, 
If  once  compared  with  thee  ? 

4  Hast  thou  a  rival  in  my  breast  % 
Search,  Lord,  for  thou  canst  tell 

If  aught  can  raise  my  passions  thus, 
Or  please  my  soul  so  well. 

5  No  j  thou  art  precious  to  my  heart, 
m  My  portion  and  my  joy  : 

For  ever  let  thy  boundless  grace 
My  sweetest  thoughts  employ. 


H.  BONAR. 


Odd  c.  M.  D.  Jesus*  Words. 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, — 

"  Come  unto  me  and  rest : 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 

Thy  head  upon  my  breast !  " 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was. 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad, 

1  found  in  him  a  resting-place, 

And  he  hath  made  me  glad. 

2  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, — 
"  Behold  I  freely  give 

The  living  water ;  thirsty  one, 
Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live  !  " 

I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 
Of  that  life-giving  stream  ; 

My    thirst  was   quenched,  my  soul  re- 
And  now  I  live  in  him.  [vived, 

3  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, — 
"  I  am  this  dark  world's  light  j 

Look  unto  me,  thy  morn  shall  rise 
And  all  thy  day  be  bright !  * 

I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 
In  him  my  Star,  my  Sun  ; 

And  in  that  light  of  life  I'll  walk. 
Till  all  my  journey  's  done. 


V04:7Si6l.  Psalm  23.  an 

Shepherd  !  with  thy  tenderest  love, 
Guide  me  to  thy  fold  above  j 
Let  me  hear  thy  gentle  voice ; 
More  and  more  in  thee  rejoice; 
From  thy  fullness  grace  receive, 
Ever  in  thy  Spirit  live. 

2  Filled  by  thee  my  cup  o'erflows, 
For  thy  love  no  limit  knows  : 
Guardian  angels,  ever  nigh, 
Lead  and  draw  my  soul  on  high  ; 
Constant  to  my  latest  end, 

Thou  my  footsteps  wilt  attend. 

3  Jesus,  with  thy  presence  blest, 
Death  is  life,  and  labor  rest  j 
Guide  me  while  I  draw  my  breath, 
Guard  me  through  the  gate  of  death  j 
And  at  last,  oh,  let  me  stand, 

With  the  sheep  at  thy  right  hand. 


000  L.  M.  D.     u7 love  thee \  Lord!"  r.  heber. 

Though  sorrows  rise  and  dangers  roll, 
In  waves  of  darkness  o'er  my  soul  j 
Though  friends  are  false,  and  love  de- 
And  few  and  evil  are  my  days  ;      [cays, 
Though  conscience,  fiercest  of  my  foes, 
Swells  with  remembered  guilt  my  woes  -} 
Yet  ev'n  in  nature's  utmost  ill, 

1  love  thee,  Lord  !  I  love  thee  still ! 

2  Though  Sinai's  curse,  in  thunder  dread, 
Peals  o'er  mine  unprotected  head, 

And  memory  points,  with  busy  pain, 
To  grace  and  mercy  given  in  vain ; 
Till  nature,  shrinking  in  the  strife, 
Would  fly  to  hell  to  'scape  from  life  ; 
Though  every  thought  has  power  to  kill, 
I  love  thee,  Lord !  I  love  thee  still ! 

3  Oh,  by  the  pangs  thyself  hast  borne, 
The  ruffian's  blow,  the  tyrant's  scorn, 
By  Sinai's  curse,  whose  dreadful  doom 
Was  buried  in  thy  guiltless  tomb  j 

By  these  my  pangs,  whose  healing  smart, 
Thy  grace  hath  planted  in  my  heart — 
I  know,  I  feel  thy  bounteous  will, 
Thou  lov'stme,  Lord !  thoulov'st  me  still ! 


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OOU  c.  M.  D.  Psalm  23,  I    WATTS. 

My  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need, 

Jehovah  is  his  name ; 
In  pastures  fresh  he  makes  me  feed, 

Beside  the  living  stream. 
He  brings  my  wandering  spirit  back, 

When  I  forsake  his  ways ; 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  sake, 

In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

2  When  I  walk  through  the  shades  of 
Thy  presence  is  my  stay  j  [death, 

A  word  of  thy  supporting  breath 

Drives  all  my  fears  away. 
Thy  hand,  in  sight  of  all  my  foes, 

Doth  still  my  table  spread  j 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 

Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

3  The  sure  provisions  of  my  God 
Attend  me  all  my  daysj 

Oh,  may  thy  house  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  works  be  praise : 

There  would  I  find  a  settled  rest, 
While  others  go  and  come, — 

No  more  a  stranger,  or  a  guest, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

VO|    C.M.  Christ,  our  Model,      e.  casWALL,  ir. 

O  Jesus  !  King  most  wonderful, 

Thou  Conqueror  renowned ; 
Thou  sweetness  most  ineffable, 

In  whom  all  joys  are  found ! 

2  When  once  thou  visitest  the  heart, 
Then  truth  begins  to  shine, 

Then  earthly  vanities  depart, 
Then  kindles  love  divine. 

3  O  Jesus,  Light  of  all  below ! 
Thou  Fount  of  life  and  fire ! 

Surpassing  all  the  joys  we  know, 
All  that  we  can  desire, — 

4  May  every  heart  confess  thy  name, 
And  ever  thee  adore ; 

And,  seeking  thee,  itself  inflame 
To  seek  thee  more  and  more. 

5  Thee  may  our  tongues  for  ever  bless : 
Thee  may  we  love  alone ; 

And  ever  in  our  life  express 
The  image  of  thine  own. 


UOO  c.  M.  Christ  above  all.  j.  newton. 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue— 

It  has  no  charms  for  me ; 
Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too, 

But  grace  hath  set  me  free. 

2  Its  joys  can  now  no  longer  please, 
Nor  ev'n  content  afford  : 

Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
For  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 
The  stars  are  all  concealed, 

So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice — 
I  bid  them  all  depart  j 

His  name,  his  love,  his  gracious  voice, 
Have  fixed  my  roving  heart. 

5  And  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 
A  worthless  worm  like  me  ? 

Dear  Lord !  I  would  be  thine  alone, 
And  wholly  live  to  thee. 

UOtJ  ?Si  6s,  d.     "  God%  our  Saviour:'         t.  hawkis. 

To  thee,  my  God  and  Saviour ! 

My  heart  exulting  sings, 
Rejoicing  in  thy  favor, 

Almighty  King  of  kings  ! 

1  '11  celebrate  thy  glory, 

With  all  thy  saints  above, 
And  tell  the  joyful  story 
Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  with  roses 
Bedecks  the  dewy  east, 

And  when  the  sun  reposes 

Upon  the  ocean's  breast, 
My  voice,  in  supplication, 

Well-pleased  the  Lord  shall  hear: 
Oh,  grant  me  thy  salvation, 

And  to  my  soul  draw  near. 

3  By  thee,  through  life  supported, 
I'll  pass  the  dangerous  road, 

With  heavenly  hosts  escorted, 

Up  to  thy  bright  abode ; 
Then  cast  my  crown  before  thee, 

And,  all  my  conflicts  o'er, 
Unceasingly  adore  thee: — 

What  could  an  angel  more  1 


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"a"  Brotherly  Love.  j.  Humphreys. 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God, 

They  are  bought  with  Christ's  own  blood ; 

They  are  ransomed  from  the  grave; 

Life  eternal  they  shall  have: 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 

Here,  and  in  eternity. 

2  They  are  justified  by  grace, 
They  enjoy  the  Saviour's  peace; 
All  their  sins  are  washed  away; 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day: 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

3  They  are  lights  upon  the  earth, 
Children  of  a  heavenly  birth, — 


One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one; 
Glory  is  in  them  begun: 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

"-*--'-  Charity.        c.  winkworth,  tr. 

Though  I  speak  with  angel  tongues 

Bravest  words  of  strength  and  fire, 
They  are  but  as  idle  songs, 
•    If  no  love  my  heart  inspire  • 
All  the  eloquence  shall  pass 
As  the  noise  of  sounding  brass. 

2  Though  I  lavish  all  I  have 
On  the  poor  in  charity, 

Though  I  shrink  not  from  the  grave, 

Or  unmoved  the  stake  can  see, — 
Till  by  love  the  work  be  crowned, 
All  shall  profitless  be  found. 

3  Come,  thou  Spirit  of  pure  love, 
Who  didst  forth  from  God  proceed, 

Never  from  my  heart  remove; 
Let  me  all  thy  impulse  heed; 
Let  my  heart  henceforward  be 
Moved,  controlled,  inspired  by  thee. 


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Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart, 
Make  me  teachable  and  mild, 

Upright,  simple,  free  from  art, 
Make  me  as  a  weaned  child : 

From  distrust  and  envy  free, 

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2  What  thou  shalt  to-day  provide, 
Let  me  as  a  child  receive ; 

What  to-morrow  may  betide, 

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?Tis  enough  that  thou  wilt  care; 
Why  should  I  the  burden  bear? 

3  As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own, 
Knows  he's  neither  strong  nor  wise, 

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OttO  Trust  E.  H.  NEVIN. 

Saviour,  happy  would  I  be, 
If  I  could  but  trust  in  thee ; 
Trust  thy  wisdom  me  to  guide; 
Trust  thy  goodness  to  provide; 
Trust  thy  saving  love  and  power; 
Trust  thee  every  day  and  hour: — 

2  Trust  thee  as  the  only  light 
In  the  darkest  hour  of  night; 
Trust  in  sickness,  trust  in  health; 
Trust  in  poverty  and  wealth ; 
Trust  in  joy  and  trust  in  grief;   . 
Trust  thy  promise  for  relief: — 

3  Trust  thy  blood  to  cleanse  my  soul; 
Trust  thy  grace  to  make  me  whole; 
Trust  thee  living,  dying  too; 

Trust  thee  all  my  journey  through; 
Trust  thee  till  my  feet  shall  be 
Planted  on  the  crystal  sea. 


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Abba,  Father,  hear  thy  child, 
Late  in  Jesus  reconciled ; 
Hear,  and  all  the  graces  shower, 
All  the  joy,  and  peace,  and  power; 
All  my  Saviour  asks  above, 
All  the  life  and  heaven  of  love. 


2  Holy  Ghost,  no  more  delay; 
Come,  and  in  thy  temple  stay: 
Now,  thine  inward  witness  bear, 
Strong,  and  .permanent,  and  clear: 
Spring  of  life,  thyself  impart; 
Rise  eternal  in  my  heart. 


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MOUNT  AUBURN,    CM. 


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Lord,  I  believe ;  thy  power  I  own ; 
Thy  word  I  would  obey; 

1  wander  comfortless  and  lone, 
When  from  thy  truth  I  stray. 

2  Lord,  I  believe;  but  gloomy  fears 
Sometimes  bedim  my  sight; 

1  look  to  thee  with  prayers  and  tears, 
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3  Lord,  I  believe ;  but  oft,  I  know, 
My  faith  is  cold  and  weak: 

My  weakness  strengthen,  and  bestow 
The  confidence  I  seek. 

4  Yes!  I  believe;  and  only  thou 
Canst  give  my  soul  relief: 

Lord,  to  thy  truth  my  spirit  bow; 
"Help  thou  mine  unbelief!" 

OiO  Meekness.  t.  h.  gill. 

Lord  !  when  I  all  things  would  possess, 

I  crave  but  to  be  thine; 
Oh,  lowly  is  the  loftiness 

Of  these  desires  divine. 

2  Each  gift  but  helps  my  soul  to  learn 
How  boundless  is  thy  store; 

I  go  from  strength  to  strength,  and  yearn 
For  thee,  my  Helper,  more. 

3  How  can  my  soul  divinely  soar, 
How  keep  the  shining  Wiay, 

And  not  more  tremblingly  adore, 
And  not  more  humbly  pray ! 


4  The  more  I  triumph  in  thy  gifts, 
The  more  I  wait  on  thee; 

The  grace  that  mightily  uplifts 
Most  sweetly  humbleth  me. 

5  The  heaven  where  I  would  stand  complete 
My  lowly  love  shall  see, 

And  stronger  grow  the  yearning  sweet, 
My  holy  One  !  for  thee. 

"**  •  Calmness.  h.  bonar. 

Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm; 

Let  thine  outstretched  wing 
Be  like  the  shade  of  Elim's  palm, 

Beside*  her  desert  spring. 

2  Yes,  keep  me  calm,  though  loud  and  rude 
The  sounds  my  ear  that  greet, — 

Calm  in  the  closet's  solitude, 
Calm  in  the  bustling  street, — 

3  Calm  in  the  hour  of  buoyant  health, 
Calm  in  my  hour  of  pain, 

Calm  in  my  poverty  or  wealth, 
Calm  in  my  loss  or  gain, — 

4  Calm  in  the  sufferance  of  wrong, 
Like  him  who  bore  my  shame, 

Calm  'mid  the  threatening,  taunting  throng, 
Who  hate  thy  holy  name. 

5  Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm; 
Soft  resting  on  thy  breast; 

Soothe  me  with  holy  hymn  and  psalm, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest. 


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My  God,  how  wonderful  thou  art, 
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In  depths  of  burning  light ! 

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The  love  of  my  poor  heart. 


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No  mother  half  so  mild 

Bears  and  forbears,  as  thou  hast  done 
With  me,  thy  sinful  child. 

4  My  God,  how  wonderful  thou  art, 
Thou  everlasting  Friend ! 

On  thee  I  stay  my  trusting  heart, 
Till  faith  in  vision  end. 


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LOWELL  MASON. 


1.  Father !  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss  Thy  sorereign  will  denies, 


Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace,  Let  this  pe-li  -   tion  rise :- 


Oiv  Humble  Devotion.  a.  Steele. 

Father  !  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 

Let  this  petition  rise: — 

2  "  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 
From  every  murmur  free; 

The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  "Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine: 
My  life  and  death  attend; 

Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end." 


WW  Growth  in  grace.        a.  nettleton. 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire; 

This  one  great  gift  impart — 
What  most  I  need,  and  most  desire, 

An  humble,  holy  heart. 

2  Bear  witness  I  am  born  again, 
My  many  sins  forgiven: 

Nor  let  a  gloomy  doubt  remain 
To  cloud  my  hope  of  heaven. 

3  More  of  myself  grant  I  may  know, 
From  sin's  deceit  be  free; 

In  all  the  Christian  graces  grow, 
And  live  alone  to  thee. 


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ONTAEIO.    S.  M. 


LOKDON  TUNE  BOOK. 


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DO  1  Grateful  Confidence.  H.  BO? 

1  bless  the  Christ  of  God, 
I  rest  on  love  divine, 

And  with  unfaltering  lip  and  heart, 
I  call  this  Saviour  mine. 

2  His  cross  dispels  each  doubt; 
I  bury  in  his  tomb 

Each  thought  of  unbelief  and  fear, 
Each  lingering  shade  of  gloom. 

3  I  praise  the  God  of  peace; 
I  trust  his  truth  and  might; 

He  calls  me  his,  I  call  him  mine, 
My  God,  my  joy,  my  light. 

4  'Tis  he  who  saveth  me, 
And  freely  pardon  gives: 

I  love  because  he  loveth  me; 
I  live  because  he  lives. 


5  My  life  with  bim  is  hid, 
My  death  has  passed  away, 

My  clouds  have  melted  into  light, 
My  midnight  into  day. 


J.  KEBLE. 


OOi  Purity. 

Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart, 
For  they  shall  see  their  God; 

The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  theirs; 
Their  soul  is  Christ's  abode. 

2  He  to  the  lowly  soul 
Doth  still  himself  impart, 

And  for  his  dwelling,  and  his  throne, 
Chooseth  the  pure  in  heart. 

3  Lord  !  we  thy  presence  seek: 
May  ours  this  blessing  be; 

Oh,  give  the  pure  and  lowly  heart, — 
A  temple  meet  for  thee. 


GOOD  CHEER.    S.  H. 


T.  E.  PERKINS. 


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OOO  Joy.  MOULTRIE. 

Rejoice  in  God  alway; 

"When  earth  looks  heavenly  bright, 
When  joy  makes  glad  the  livelong  day, 

And  peace  shuts  in  the  night. 

2  Rejoice  when  care  and  woe 
The  fainting  soul  oppress; 

When  tears  at  wakeful  midnight  flow, 
And  morn  brings  heaviness. 

3  Rejoice  in  hope  and  fear; 
Rejoice  in  life  and  death; 


Rejoice  when  threatening  storms  are  near, 
And  comfort  languisheth. 

4  When  should  not  they  rejoice, 
Whom  Christ  his  brethren  calls, 

Who  hear  and  know  his  guiding  voice, 
When  on  their  hearts  it  falls  ? 

5  So,  though  our  path  is  steep, 
And  many  a  tempest  lowers, 

Shall  his  own  peace  our  spirits  keep, 
And  Christ's  dear  love  be  ours. 


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No  fearful  shade  shall  wear; 

Glory  shall  chase  away  its  gloom, 
For  Christ  hath  conquered  there. 

4  Walk  in  the  light !  and  thou  shalt  see 
Thy  path,  though  thorny,  bright, 

For  God  by  grace  shall  dwell  in  thee, 
And  God  himself  is  light. 


OOt  Faith.  F.  W.  FABER. 

Oh,  gift  of  gifts  !  oh,  grace  of  faith ! 

My  God  !  how  can  it  be 
That  thou,  who  hast  discerning  love, 

Shouldst  give  that  gift  to  me? 

2  How  many  hearts  thou  mightst  have  had 
More  innocent  than  mine  ! 

How  many  souls  more  worthy  far 
Of  that  sweet  touch  of  thine  I 

3  Ah,  grace  !  into  uulikeliest  hearts 
It  is  thy  boast  to  come, 

The  glory  of  thy  light  to  find 
In  darkest  spots  a  home. 

4  The  crowd  of  cares,  the  weightiest  cross, 
Seem  trifles  less  than  light — 

Earth  looks  so  little  and  so  low 
When  faith  shines  full  and  bright 

5  Oh,  happy,  happy  that  I  am ! 
If  thou  canst  be,  0  Faith, 

The  treasure  that  thou  art  in  life, 
What  wilt  thou  be  in  death ! 

\JtFtF  Godly  sincerity .  BARTON. 

Walk  in  the  light !  so  shalt  thou  know 

That  fellowship  of  love, 
His  Spirit  only  can  bestow, 

Who  reigns  in  light  above. 

2  Walk  in  the  light !  and  thou  shalt  find 

Thy  heart  made  truly  his, 
Who  dwells  in  cloudless  light  enshrined, 

In  whom  no  darkness  is. 


Faith. 


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Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
And  saves  me  from  its  snares; 

Its  aid,  in  every  duty,  brings, 
And  softens  all  my  cares. 

2  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power 
The  healing  balm  to  give; 

That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer; 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

3  Wide  it  unvails  celestial  worlds, 
Where  deathless  pleasures  reign; 

And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain. 

4  It  shows  the  precious  promise  sealed 
With  the  Redeemer's  blood; 

And  helps  my  feeble  hope  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 

5  There — there  unshaken  would  I  rest, 
Till  this  frail  body  dies; 

And  then,  on  faith's  triumphant  wings, 
To  endless  glory  rise. 


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GRATITUDE.    L.  M. 


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My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love ! 

Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above, 

Gently  distill  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours; 

Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command; 
To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days; 

Perpetual  blessings  from  thine  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

OOO  Faith.  j.  newton. 

By  faith  in  Christ  I  walk  with  God, 
With  heaven,  my  journey's  end,  in  view; 

Supported  by  his  staff  and  rod, 
My  road  is  safe  and  pleasant  too. 

2  Though  snares  and  dangers  throng  my 

path, 
And  earth  and  hell  my  course  withstand, 
I  triumph  over  all  by  faith, 
Guarded  by  his  almighty  hand. 

3  The  wilderness  affords  no  food, 
But  God  for  my  support  prepares, 

Provides  me  every  needful  good, 

And  frees  my  soul  from  wants  and  cares. 

4  With  him  sweet  converse  I  maintain; 
Great  as  he  is,  I  dare  be  free; 

I  tell  him  all  my  grief  and  pain, 
And  he  reveals  his  love  to  me. 


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0  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content 
Our  years  of  pilgrimage  are  spent ! 
Where'er  we  dwell,  we  dwell  with  thee, 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 

2  To  us  remains  nor  place  nor  time: 
Our  country  is  in  every  clime: 

We  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

3  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none; 

But  with  our  God  to  guide  our  way, 
'Tis  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay. 

4  Could  we  be  cast  where  thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot; 

But  regions  none  remote  we  call, 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 


GREEK    HYMN. 


OOvf  Voiceless  Prayer. 

0  blessed  God,  to  thee  I  raise 
My  voice  in  thankful  hymns  of  praise; 
And  when  my  voice  shall  silent  be, 
My  silence  shall  be  praise  to  thee. 

2  For  voice  and  silence  doth  impart 
The  filial  homage  of  my  heart; 
And  both  alike  are  understood 

By  thee,  thou  Parent  of  all  good — 

3  Whose  grace  is  all  unsearchable, 
Whose  care  for  me  no  tongue  can  tell, 
Who  loves  my  loudest  praise  to  hear, 
And  loves  to  bless  my  voiceless  prayer. 


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'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night; 

Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies ; 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear; 

Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
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3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 
While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray; 

Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

*y\)£i  Self-denial.  j.  keble. 

If  on  our  daily  course  our  mind 
Be  set,  to  hallow  all  we  find, 
New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

2  Old  friends,  old  scenes,  will  lovelier  be, 
As  more  of  heaven  in  each,  we  see ; 
Some  softening  gleam  of  love  and  prayer 
Shall  dawn  on  every  cross  and  care. 

3  The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Will  furnish  all  we  ought  to  ask; — 
Room  to  deny  ourselves,  a  road 

To  bring  us  daily  nearer  God. 

4  Only,  O  Lord,  in  thy  dear  love, 
Fit  us  for  perfect  rest  above; 
And  help  us,  this  and  every  day, 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 


OOO  Love.  1.  watts 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 
If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found 
Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell — 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 
To  feed  the  hungry,  clothe  the  poor; 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name: — 

4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain; 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfill. 

004  Consistency.  1.  watts 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God; 
When  his  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, — 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord: 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 


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UOO  c.  m.  Docility.— Ps.  131.  1.  watts. 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 

Search,  gracious  God,  and  see ; 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part  ? 

Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  still, 
And  all  my  carriage  mild; 

Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  quiet  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  soul,  the  lowly  mind, 
Shall  have  a  large  reward; 

Let  saints  in  sorrow  lie  resigned, 
And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 

OOO  c.  M.    «  The  Head,  even  Christ."       c.  WESLEY. 

Blest  be  the  dear,  uniting  love, 

That  will  not  let  us  part : 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove ; 

"We  still  are  one  in  heart. 

2  Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Head, 
Where  he  appoints  we  go ; 

"We  still  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread, 
And  show  his  praise  below. 

3  Oh,  may  we  ever  walk  in  him, 
And  nothing  know  beside  ! 

Nothing  desire,  nothing  esteem, 
But  Jesus  crucified ! 

4  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace, 
The  same  in  mind  and  heart, 

Not  joy  nor  grief  nor  time  nor  place 
Nor  life  nor  death  can  part. 

OO  •    c.  :.i.        M  Watch  and  Pray ."  t.  Hastings. 

The  Saviour  bids  thee  watch  and  pray 
Through  life's  momentous  hour ; 

And  grants  the  Spirit's  quickening  ray 
To  those  who  seek  his  power. 

2  The  Saviour  bids  thee  watch  and  pray, 
Maintain  a  warrior's  strife  ; 

O  Christian  !  hear  his  voice  to-day  : 
Obedience  is  thy  life. 

3  The  Saviour  bids  thee  watch  and  pray; 
For  soon  the  hour  will  come 

That  calls  thee  from  the  earth  away 
To  thy  eternal  home. 

4  The  Saviour  bids  thee  watch  and  pray, 
Oh,  hearken  to  his  voice, 

And  follow  where  he  leads  the  way, 
To  heaven's  eternal  joys  ! 


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My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right 
To  every  service  I  can  pay, 

And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 
To  hear  thy  dictates  and  obey. 

2  What  is  my  being,  but  for  thee, 
Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end  % 

Thine  ever-smiling  face  to  see, 

And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  Friend. 

3  I  would  not  breathe  for  worldly  joy, 
^  Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good ; 

Nor  future  days  nor  powers  employ 
To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 

4  'T  is  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live, 
To  him  who  for  my  ransom  died  ; 

Nor  could  the  bowers  of  Eden  give 
Such  bliss  as  blossoms  at  his  side. 

5  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 
When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more ; 

And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  dying  love,  his  saving  power. 


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Psalm  103. 


Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 

Whose  favors  are  divine. 

2  Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 

Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  'T  is  he  forgives  thy  sins, 
'T  is  he  relieves  thy  pain, 

'T  is  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 
When  ransomed  from  the  grave ; 

He  that  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good ; 
He  gives  the  sufferers  rest: 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  justice  for  the  oppressed. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Moses  known; 

But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 


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O  •  "  7s,  6  1.       Acknowledgment,     r.  m.  mc  CHEyne. 

Chosen  not  for  good  in  me, 
Waked  from  coming  wrath  to  flee, 
Hidden  in  the  Saviour's  side, 
By  the  Spirit  sanctified — 
Teach  me,  Lord,  on  earth  to  show, 
By  my  love,  how  much  I  owe. 

2  Oft  I  walk  beneath  the  cloud, 
Dark  as  midnight's  gloomy  shroud: 
But,  when  fear  is  at  the  height, 
Jesus  comes,  and  all  is  light  j 
Blessed  Jesus !  bid  me  show 
Doubting  saints  how  much  I  owe. 

3  Oft  the  nights  of  sorrow  reign — 
Weeping,  sickness,  sighing,  pain  ; 
But  anight  thine  anger  burns — 
Morning  comes,  and  joy  returns: 
God  of  comforts!  bid  me  show 

To  thy  poor  how  much  I  owe. 

4  When  in  flowery  paths  I  tread, 
Oft  by  sin  I  'm  captive  led  j 

Oft  I  fall,  but  still  arise — 
Jesus  comes — the  tempter  flies : 
Blessed  Jesus  !  bid  me  show 
Weary  sinners  all  I  owe. 


C.  WESLEY. 


Psalm 


34- 


TATE-BRADY. 


671  ch. 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

In  trouble,  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 

My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  his  deliverance  I  will  boast, 
Till  all,  who  are  distressed, 

From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

3  Oh,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
With  me  exalt  his  name  ! 

When  in  distress  to  him  I  called, 
lie  to  my  rescue  came. 

4  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 
The  dwellings  of  the  just; 

Deliverance  he  affords  to  all, 
Who  on  his  succor  trust. 

5  Oh,  make  but  trial  of  his  love  j 
Experience  will  decide, 

How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

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Lord,  if  thou  thy  grace  impart, 
Poor  in  spirit,  meek  in  heart, 

1  shall  as  my  Master  be, — 
Rooted  in  humility  ! 

2  Simple,  teachable,  and  mild, 
Changed  into  a  little  child; 
Pleased  with  all  the  Lord  provides, 
Weaned  from  all  the  world  besides. 

3  Father,  fix  my  soul  on  thee  j 
Every  evil  let  me  flee  ; 
Nothing  want,  beneath,  above, 
Happy  in  thy  precious  love. 

4  Oh,  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Every  good  in  Jesus  joined  ! 
Him  let  Israel  still  adore, 
Trust  him,  praise  him  evermore. 

67  O  s.  M.  Pktl.^1  13. 

Heirs  of  unending  life, 

While  yet  we  sojourn  here, 
Oh,  let  us  our  salvation  work 

With  trembling  and  with  fear. 

2  God  will  support  our  hearts, 
With  might  before  unknown ; 

The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  his  own. 

3  'T  is  he  that  works  to  will, 
JT  is  he  that  works  to  do ; 

His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too ! 

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v  ■  T  L.  M.  M  Of  one  heart.'1''     a.  l.  barbauld. 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds, 
In  union  sweet,  according  minds  ! 
How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts  and  faith  and  hopes  are  one. 

2  To  each  the  soul  of  each  how  dear  ! 
What  jealous  care,  what  holy  fear  ! 
How  doth  the  generous  flame  within, 
Befine  from  earth  and  cleanse  from  sin  ! 

3  Their  streaming  tears  together  flow, 
For  human  guilt  and  human  woe  j 
Their  ardent  prayers  united  rise, 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire 
;Mid  nature's  drooping,  sickening  fire: 
Soon  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above — 
A  heaven  of  joy,  because  of  love. 


260  PRIVILEGES  OP  BELIEVERS. 

BLOOMPIELD  CHANT.    L.  M. 


W.  B.  BRADBUBY. 


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Complete  in  thee  !  no  work  of  mine 
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Thy  blood  has  pardon  bought  for  me, 
And  I  am  now  complete  in  thee. 


2  Complete  in  thee — no  more  shall  sin, 
Thy  grace  has  conquered,  reign  within; 
Thy  voice  will  bid  the  tempter  flee, 
And  I  shall  stand  complete  in  thee. 

3  Complete  in  thee — each  want  supplied^ 
And  no  good  thing  to  me  denied, 

Since  thou  my  portion,  Lord,  wilt  be, 
I  ask  no  more — complete  in  thee. 

4  Dear  Saviour !  when,  before  thy  bar, 
All  tribes  and  tongues  assembled  are, 
Among  thy  chosen  may  I  be 

At  thy  right  hand — complete  in  thee. 


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Rot  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth, 
"Who  boast  the  honors  of  their  birth, 
So  high  a  dignity  can  claim, 
As  those  who  bear  the  Christian  name. 

2  To  them  the  privilege  is  given 
To  be  the  sons  and  heirs  of  heaven; 
Sons  of  the  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
And  heirs  of  joy  beyond  the  sky. 


3  His  will  he  makes  them  early  know, 
And  teaches  their  yftung  feet  to  go; 
"Whispers  instruction  to  their  minds, 
And  on  their  hearts  his  precepts  binds. 

4  Their  daily  wants  his  hands  supply, 
Their  steps  he  guards  with  watchful  eye; 
Leads  them  from  earth  to  heaven  above, 
And  crowns  them  with  eternal  love. 


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\J  4   t  Security  and  rest.  I.  watts. 

Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 
Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardoned  sin! 

Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea, 
Their  minds  have  heaveu  and  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  sweetly  o'er  their  heads, 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love; 

And  soft  and  silent  as  the  shades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

*\  Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come  on. 
But  fly  not  half  so  swift  away: 

Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  summer  evenings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  heavenly  hills, 
Where  streams  of  living  pleasures  flow; 

And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  smiles 
Sit  undisturbed  upon  their  brow ! 

5  They  scorn  to  seek  earth's  golden  toys, 
But  spend  the  day,  and  share  the  night, 

In  numbering  o'er  the  richer  joys 

That  heaven  prepares  for  their  delight. 


Remembrance. 


J.   BOWRIN'G. 


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Earth's  transitory  things  decay; 
Its  pomps,  its  pleasures  pass  away; 
But  the  sweet  memory  of  the  good 
Survives  in  the  vicisitude. 

2  As,  'mid  the  ever-rolling  sea, 
The  eternal  isles  established  be, 
'Gainst  which  the  surges  of  the  main 
Fret,  dash,  and  break  themselves  in  vain; 


3  As  in  the  heavens,  the  urns  divine 
Of  golden  light  for  ever  shine ; 

Tho'  clouds  may  darken,  storms  may  rage, 
They  still  shine  on  from  age  to  age; — 

4  So,  through  the  ocean  tide  of  years, 
The  memory  of  the  just  appears ; 

So,  through  the  tempest  and  the  gloom, 
The  good  man's  virtues  light  the  tomb. 

"  •  "  Perseverance.  i.  watts. 

Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn? 

'Tis  God  who  justifies  their  souls; 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 

O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell? 
'Tis  Christ  who  suffered  in  their  stead; 

And  their  salvation  to  fulfill, 

Behold  him  rising  from  the  dead! 

3  He  lives!  he  lives!  and  sits  above, 
For  ever  interceding  there: 

Who  shall  divide  us  from  his  love, 
Or  what  shall  tempt  us  to  despair? 

4  Shall  persecution  or  distress, 
Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness? 

He  who  hath  loved  as  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conquerors  too. 

5  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 
Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below, 

Shall  cause  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ,  our  love. 


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BEIDGMAN,    C.  M. 


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If  God  is  mine,  then  present  things 
And  things  to  corne  are  mine; 

Yea,  Christ,  his  word,  and  Spirit  too, 
And  glory  all  divine. 

2  If  he  is  mine,  then  from  his  love 
He  every  trouble  sends; 

All  things  are  working  for  my  good, 
And  bliss  his  rod  attends. 

3  If  he  is  mine,  let  friends  forsake, 
Let  wealth  and  honor  flee: 


Sure  he  who  giveth  me  himself 

Is  more  than  these  to  me. 

Oh,  tell  me,  Lord,  that  thou  art  mine; 

What  can  I  wish  beside? 
My  soul  shall  at  the  fountain  live, 

When  all  the  streams  are  dried. 

v)OA  Perseverance.  I.  watts. 

Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands, 
My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trust; 

If  I  am  found  in  Jesus'  hands, 
My  soul  can  ne'er  be  lost. 

2  His  honor  is  engaged  to  save 
The  meanest  of  his  sheep; 

All,  whom  his  heavenly  Father  gave, 
His  hands  securely  keep. 

3  Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  e'er  remove 
His  favorites  from  his  breast ; 

In  the  dear  bosom  of  his  love 
They  must  for  ever  rest. 


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To  mansions  in  the  skies, 

I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 


2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  fiery  darts  be  hurled. 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
And  storms  of  sorrow  fall , 

May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all ! — 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest; 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


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There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place, 

Beneath  the  wings  divine, 
Reserved  for  all  the  heirs  of  grace, — 

Oh,  be  that  refuge  mine ! 

2  The  least  and  feeblest  there  may  bide, 

Uninjured  and  unawed; 
While  thousands  fall  on  every  side, 

He  rests  secure  in  God. 

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3  He  feeds  in  pastures  large  and  fair, 
Of  love  and  truth  divine; 

0  child  of  God,  0  glory's  heir  ! 
How  rich  a  lot  is  thine ! 

4  A  hand  almighty  to  defend, 
An  ear  for  every  call, 

An  honored  life,  a  peaceful  end, 
And  heaven  to  crown  it  all ! 


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My  God,  the  covenant  of  thy  love 

Abides  for  ever  sure ; 
And  in  its  matchless  grace  I  feel 

My  happiness  secure. 

i  Since  thou,  the  everlasting  God, 

My  Father  art  become, 
Jesus  my  Guardian  and  my  Friend, 

And  heaven  my  final  home; — 

3  I  welcome  all  thy  sovereign  will, 

For  all  that  will  is  love; 
And  when  I  know  not  what  thou  dost, 

I  wait  the  light  above 


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My  Father,  God  !  how  sweet  the  sound ! 

How  tender  and  how  dear ! 
Rot  all  the  melody  of  heaven 

Could  so  delight  the  ear. 

2  Come,  sacred  Spirit,  seal  the  name 
On  my  expanding  heart; 

And  show,  that  in  Jehovah's  grace 
I  share  a  filial  part. 

3  Cheered  by  a  signal  so  divine, 
Unwavering  I  believe; 

My  spirit  Abba,  Father !  cries, 
Nor  can  the  sign  deceive. 


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Thou  art  my  hiding-place,  0  Lord ! 

In  thee  I  put  my  trust; 
Encouraged  by  thy  holy  word, 

A  feeble  child  of  dust: 

1  have  no  argument  beside, 
I  urge  no  other  plea; 

And  'tis  enough  my  Saviour  died, 
My  Saviour  died  for  me  ! 

2  When  storms  of  fierce  temptation  beat, 
And  furious  foes  assail, 

My  refuge  is  the  mercy-seat, 

My  hope  within  the  vail: 
From  strife  of  tongues,  and  bitter  words, 

My  spirit  flies  to  thee; 
Joy  to  my  heart  the  thought  affords, 

'My  Saviour  died  for  me ! 


3  And  when  thine  awful  voice  commands 

This  body  to  decay, 
And  life  in  its  last  lingering  sands, 

Is  ebbing  fast  away; — 
Then,  though  it  be  in  accents  weak, 

My  voice  shall  call  on  thee, 
And'ask  for  strength  in  death  to  speak, 

"  Mv  Saviour  died  for  me." 


"Of  Union  to  Christ.  j.  c  deck. 

Lord  Jesus,  are  we  one  with  thee? 

Oh,  height !  oh,  depth  of  love  I 
With  thee  we  died  upon  the  tree, 

In  thee  we  live  above. 
Such  was  thy  grace,  that  for  our  sake 

Thou  didst  from  heaven  come  down, 
Thou  didst  of  flesh  and  blood  partake, 

In  all  our  sorrows  one. 

2  Our  sins,  our  guilt,  in  love  divine, 
Confessed  and  borne  by  thee; 

The  gall,  the  curse,  the  wrath,  were  thine, 

To  set  thy  members  free. 
Ascended  now,  in  glory  bright, 

Still  one  with  us  thou  art; 
Nor  life,  nor  death,  nor  depth,  nor  height. 

Thy  saints  and  thee  can  part. 

3  Oh,  teach  us,  Lord,  to  know  and  own 
This  wondrous  mystery, 

That  thou  with  us  art  truly  one, 

And  we  are  one  with  thee ! 
Soon,  soon  shall  come  that  glorious  day, 

When,  seated  on  thy  throne, 
Thou  shalt  to  wondering  worlds  display, 

That  thou  with  us  art  one. 


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My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 
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1  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame, 
But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus'  name: 

On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  I  stand; 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

2  When  darkness  seems  to  vail  his  face, 
I  rest  on  his  unchanging  grace; 

AND  CAN  IT  BE  7    L,  M.  61. 


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My  anchor  holds  within  the  vail; 

On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  I  stand; 

All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 
3  His  oath,  his  covenant,  and  blood, 
Support  me  in  the  whelming  flood: 
When  all  around  my  soul  gives  way, 
He  then  is  all  my  hope  and  stay: 

On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  I  stand ; 

All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 


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An  interest  in  the  Saviour's  blood  ? 

Died  he  for  me,  who  caused  his  pain  ? 
For  me,  who  him  to  death  pursued? 

Amazing  love  !  how  can  it  be, 

That  thou,  my  Lord,  shouldst  die  for  me  ? 

2  He  left  his  Father's  throne  above; 
-  (So  free,  so  infinite  his  grace  !) 


Emptied  himself  of  all  but  love, 

And  bled  for  Adam's  helpless  race; 

'Tis  mercy  all,  immense  and  free, 

For,  0  my  God,  it  found  out  me ! 

3  No  condemnation  now  I  dread, — 
Jesus,  with  all  in  him,  is  mine ; 

Alive  in  him,  my  living  Head, 

And  clothed  in  righteousness  divine, 

Bold  I  approach  the  eternal  throne, 

And  claim  the  crown,  thro'  Christ  my  own. 


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Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound 
Harmonious  to  mine  ear ! 

Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 
To  save  rebellious  man; 

And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 
To  tread  the  heavenly  road; 

And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
Through  everlasting  days; 

It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 


VtJ  1  God  our  Father. 

Here  I  can  firmly  rest; 


C.  WINKWORTH,  tr. 


I  dare  to  boast  of  this, 
That  God,  the  highest  and  the  best, 
My  Friend  and  Father  is. 

2  Naught  have  I  of  my  own, 
Naught  iu  the  life  I  lead; 

What  Christ  hath  given,  that  alone 
I  dare  in  faith  to  plead. 

3  I  rest  upon  the  ground 
Of  Jesus  and  his  blood; 

It  is  through  him  that  I  have  found 
My  soul's  eternal  good. 


At  cost  of  all  I  have, 
At  cost  of  life  and  limb, 
I  cling  to  God  who  yet  shall  save; 
I  will  not  turn  from  him. 

5  His  Spirit  in  me  dwells, 
O'er  all  my  mind  he  reigns; 

My  care  and  sadness  he  dispels, 
And  soothes  away  my  pains. 

6  He  prospers  day  by  day 
His  work  within  my  heart, 

Till  I  have  strength  and  faith  to  say, 
"Thou,  God,  my  Father  art  I" 


y}*J&  "It  is  well."  j.  KENT. 

What  cheering  words  are  these; 

Their  sweetness  who  can  tell? 
In  time,  and  to  eternal  days, 

"'Tis  with  the  righteous  well  1" 

2  Well  when  they  see  his  face, 
Or  sink  amidst  the  flood; 

Well  in  affliction's  thorny  maze, 
Or  on  the  mount  with  God. 

3  'Tis  well  when  joys  arise, 
'Tis  well  when  sorrows  flow, 

'Tis  well  when  darkness  vails  the  skies, 
And  strong  temptations  grow. 

4  'Tis  well  when  Jesus  calls, — 
"  From  earth  and  sin  arise, 

To  join  the  hosts  of  ransomed  souls, 
Made  to  salvation  wise ! " 


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In  suffering  and  distress, 
The  mind  which  still  on  thee  is  stayed, 

Is  kept  in  perfect  peace. 

2  The  soul  by  faith  reclined 
On  the  Redeemer's  breast, 

'Mid  raging  storms,  exults  to  find 
An  everlasting  rest. 

3  Sorrow  and  fear  are  gone, 
Whene'er  thy  face  appears; 

It  stills  the  sighing  orphan's  moan, 
And  dries  the  widow's  tears. 

4  Jesus,  to  whom  I  fly, 
Doth  all  my  wishes  fill; 

What  though  created  streams  are  dry  ? 
I  have  the  fountain  still. 

5  Stripped  of  each  earthly  friend, 
I  find  them  all  in  One, 

And  peace  and  joy  which  never  end, 
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Behold  !  what  wondrous  grace 

The  Father  has  bestowed 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 

To  call  them  sons  of  God  I 

2  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 
How  great  we  must  be  made; 

But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

3  A  hope  so  much  divine 
May  trials  well  endure, 

May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

4  If  in  my  Father's  love 
I  share  a  filial  part, 

Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

5  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne; 
Our  faith  shall  Abba,  Father !  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 


Peace. 


C.  WESLEY. 


THATCHER,    S.  M. 


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vF«/tF  L#  M>  Psalm  91.  I.  watts. 

He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
Shall  find  a  most  secure  abode; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  shade, 
And  there,  at  night,  shall  rest  his  head. 

2  Then  will  I  say,  "My  God !  thy  power 
Shall  be  my  fortress  and  my  tower  j 

I,  who  am  formed  of  feeble  dust, 
Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  trust." 

3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  snare  j — 
Satan,  the  fowler,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  souls  a  thousand  ways. 

4  If  burning  beams  of  noon  conspire 
To  dart  a  pestilential  fire ; 

God  is  thy  life, — his  wings  are  spread, 
To  shield  thee  with  a  healthful  shade. 

5  If  vapors,  with  malignant  breath, 
Rise  thick  and  scatter  midnight  death, 
Israel  is  safe,  the  poisoned  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Israel's  God  be  there. 

WtfU  L.  M.  Psalm  85.  I.  WATTS. 

Salvation  is  for  ever  nigh 

The  souls  that  fear  and  trust  the  Lord  ; 
And  grace,  descending  from  on  high, 

Fresh  hopes  of  glory  shall  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 
Since  Christ,  the  Lord,  came  down  from 

By  his  obedience  so  complete     [heaven  j 
Justice  is  pleased,  and  peace  is  given. 

3  Now  truth  and  honor  shall  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 

And  heavenly  influence  bless  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

4  His  righteousness  is  gone  before, 
To  give  us  free  access  to  God ; 

Our  wandering  feet  shall  stray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  steps  and  keep  the  road. 

VtJ  I    c.  M.  Cod's  Peace.  anon. 

We  bless  thee  for  thy  peace,  0  God ! 

Deep  as  the  soundless  sea, 
Which  falls  like  sunshine  on  the  road 

Of  those  who  trust  in  thee. 

2  We  ask  not,  Father,  for  repose 
Which  comes  from  outward  rest, 

If  we  may  have  through  all  life's  woes 
Thy  peace  within  our  breast ; — 


3  That  peace  which  suffers  and  is  strong, 
Trusts  where  it  cannot  see, 

Deems  not  the  trial  way  too  long, 
But  leaves  the  end  with  thee ; — 

4  That    peace  which   Hows  serene  and 
A  river  in  the  soul,  [deep — 

Whose  banks  a  living  verdure  keep  : 
God's  sunshine  o'er  the  whole  ! 

5  Such,   Father,   give   our  hearts   such 
Whate'er  the  outward  be,  [peace, 

Till  all  life's  discipline  shall  cease, 
And  we  go  home  to  thee. 

0«/O  8s,  7s,  D.  The  Pilgrim.  T   Hastings. 

Gently,  Lord,  oh,  gently  lead  us, 

Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears ; 
Through  the  changes  thou'st  decreed  us, 

Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 
When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 

Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

2  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 

Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 
And  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  in  thine  arms  to  rest, 
Till,  by  angel  bands  attended, 

We  awake  among  the  blest. 

OtJ tf  s#  M#  Psafm  61.  1.  watts. 

When,  overwhelmed  with  grief, 

My  heart  within  me  dies ; 
Helpless,  and  far  from  all  relief, 

To  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  Oh,  lead  me  to  the  rock, 
That's  high  above  my  head  j 

And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 

3  Within  thy  presence,  Lord  j 
For  ever  I  '11  abide  ; 

Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  thy  name ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 


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•  Uv  l.  M.  6  1.    u  Thy  boundless  /ove."    J.  wesley,  tr. 

Jesus,  thy  boundless  love  to  me    [elare  ; 

No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  de- 
Oh,  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  thee, 

And  reign  without  a  rival  there  : 
Thine  wholly,  thine  alone,  I  am  ; 
Be  thou  alone  my  constant  flame. 

2  Oh,  grant  that  nothing  in  my  soul 
May  dwell,  but  thy  pure  love  alone : 

Oh,  may  thy  love  possess  me  whole, — 
My  joy,  my  treasure,  and  my  crown  : 
Strange  flames  far  from  my  heart  remove  ; 
My  every  act,  word,  thought,  be  love. 

3  0  Love !  how  cheering  is  thy  ray  ! 
All  pain  before  thy  presence  flies  5 

Care,  anguish,  sorrow,  melt  away, 

Where'er  thy  healing  beams  arise  : 
O  Jesus  !  nothing  may  I  see, 
Nothing  desire,  or  seek  but  thee  ! 


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Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  my  aid ; 

The  God  who  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made : 


God  is  the  tower 
To  which  I  fly  ; 


His  grace  is  nigh 
In  every  hour. 


My  feet  shall  never  slide, 
Nor  fall  in  fatal  snares, 

Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears  : 


Those  wakeful  eyes 
That  never  sleep. 


Shall  Israel  keep 
When  dangers  rise. 


3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there ; 


Thou  art  my  sun, 
And  thou  my  shade, 


To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 


4  Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word 
To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath : 


I  '11  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 


Till,  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 


I  "5  L.  M.  At  Jesus*  Feet.  MRS.  e.  reed. 

Oh,  that  I  could  for  ever  dwell, 
Delighted  at  the  Saviour's  feet  j 
Behold  the  form  I  love  so  well, 
And  all  his  tender  words  repeat ! 

2  The  world  shut  out  from  all  my  soul, 
And  heaven  brought  in  with  all  its  bliss, — 
Oh  !  is  there  aught,  from  pole  to  pole, 
One  moment  to  compare  with  this  % 

3  This  is  the  hidden  life  I  prize — 
A  life  of  penitential  love  ; 

When  most  my  follies  I  despise, 
And  raise  my  highest  thoughts  above  ; 

4  When  all  I  am  I  clearly  see, 

And  freely  own,  with  deepest  shame  j 
When  the  Redeemer's  love  to  me 
Kindles  within  a  deathless  flame. 

5  Thus  would  I  live  till  nature  fail, 
And  all  my  former  sins  forsake ; 
Then  rise  to  God  within  the  vail, 
And  of  eternal  joys  partake. 

l"t>  c.  m.       Our  Father. — Psalm  31.  A.  steelb. 

My  God,  my  Father ! — blissful  name  ! 

Oh,  may  I  call  thee  mine  ? 
May  I,  with  sweet  assurance,  claim 

A  portion  so  divine  ? 

2  This  only  can  my  fears  control, 
And  bid  my  sorrows  fly : 

What  harm  can  ever  reach  my  soul, 
Beneath  my  Father's  eye  ? 

3  Whate'er  thy  providence  denies, 
I  calmly  would  resign  : 

For  thou  art  just,  and  good,  and  wise; 
Oh,  bend  my  will  to  thine. 

4  Whate'er  thy  sacred  will  ordains, 
Oh,  give  me  strength  to  bear; 

And  let  me  know  my  Father  reigns, 
And  trust  his  tender  care. 

5  If  pain  and  sickness  rend  this  frame, 
And  life  almost  depart, 

Is  not  thy  mercy  still  the  same, 
To  cheer  my  drooping  heart  ? 

6  My  God,  my  Father !  be  thy  name 
My  solace  and  my  stay  ; 

Oh,  wilt  thou  seal  my  humble  claim, 
And  drive  my  fears  away  ? 


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Hath  taught  each  scene  the  notes  of  woe, 

Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 
And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow; 

Behold,  the  precious  balm  is  found, 

To  lull  thy  pain,  to  heal  thy  wound. 

2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppressed; 

On  Jesus,  cast  thy  weighty  load; 
In  him  thy  refuge  find,  thy  rest, 

Safe  in  the  mercy  of  thy  God; 
Thy  God's  thy  Saviour — glorious  word! 
For  ever  love  and  praise  the  Lord. 

•  "O  "  Eben-ezer."  j.  newtos. 

Be  still,  my  heart  1  these  anxious  cares 
To  thee  are  burdens,  thorns,  and  snares; 
They  cast  dishonor  on  thy  Lord, 
And  contradict  his  gracious  word; 
Brought  safely  by  his  hand  thus  far, 
Why  wilt  thou  now  give  place  to  fear? 

2  "When  first  before  his  mercy-seat 
Thou  didst  to  him  thy  all  commit, 


He  gave  thee  warrant  from  that  hour 
To  trust  his  wisdom,  love,  and  power: 
Did  ever  trouble  yet  befall 
And  he  refuse  to  hear  thy  call? 

3  He  who  has  helped  thee  hitherto, 
Will  help  thee  all  thy  journey  through; 
Though  rough  and  thorny  be  the  road, 
It  leads  thee  home,  apace,  to  God; 
Then  count  thy  present  trials  small, 
For  heaven  will  make  amends  for  all. 

I™  "  As  thy  days."  l.  h.  sigocrxey. 

When  adverse  winds  and  waves  arise, 
And  in  my  heart  despondence  sighs; 
When  life  her  throng  of  cares  reveals, 
And  weakness  o'er  my  spirit  steals, 
Grateful  I  hear  the  kind  decree, 
That  "as  my  day,  my  strength  shall  be." 

2  One  trial  more  must  yet  be  past, 
One  pang — the  keenest  aud  the  last; 
And  when,  with  brow  convulsed  and  pale, 
My  feeble,  quivering  heart-strings  fail, 
Redeemer  !  grant  my  soul  to  see 
That  "as  my  day,  my  strength  shall  be." 


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At  evening  time  let  there  be  light; 

Life's  little  day  draws  near  its  close; 
Around  me  fall  the  shades  of  night, 

The  night  of  death,  the  grave's  repose ; 

To  crown  my  joys,  to  end  my  woes, 
At  evening  time  let  there  be  light. 

2  At  evening  time  let  there  be  light; 
Stormy  and  dark  hath  been  my  day — 

Yet  rose  the  morn  divinely  bright ; 

Dews,  birds,  and  blossoms  cheered  the 
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Oh,  for  one  sweet,  one  parting  ray! 
At  evening  time  let  there  be  light. 

3  At  evening  time  there  shall  be  light ! 
For  God  hath  spoken;   it  must  be; 

Fear,  doubt ,  and  anguish  take  their  flight ; 

His  glory  now  is  risen  on  me; 

Mine  eyes  shall  his  salvation  see; 
;Tis  evening  time,  and  there  is  light! 

■ "®  "Jesus  wept."  r.  grant. 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 


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On  him  I  lean,  who,  not  in  vain, 
Experienced  every  human  pain; 
He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 

From  heavenly  virtue's  narrow  way, 

To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  sin  I  would  not  do, 

Still  he,  who  felt  temptation's  power, 
Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  When  sorrowing  o  'er  some  stone,  I  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend, 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile, 
Divides  me,  for  a  little  while, 

My  Saviour  sees  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  Jesus  wept  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 

A   And,  oh,  when  I  have  safely  passed 

Through  every  conflict,  but  the  last, 

Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed,_for  thou  hast  died; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  my  latest  tear  away. 


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0  thou,  whose  bounty  fills  my  cup 
With  every  blessing  meet ! 

1  give  thee  thanks  for  every  drop — 
The  bitter  and  the  sweet. 

2  I  praise  thee  for  the  desert  road, 
And  for  the  river-side; 

For  all  thy  goodness  hath  bestowed, 
And  all  thy  grace  denied. 

3  I  thank  thee  for  both  smile  and  frown, 
And  for  the  gain  and  loss; 

1  praise  thee  for  the  future  crown, 

And  for  the  present  cross.    . 

4  I  thank  thee  for  the  wing  of  love, 
Which  stirred  my  worldly  nest; 

And  for  the  stormy  clouds  which  drove 
The  flutterer  to  thy  breast. 

5  I  bless  thee  for  the  glad  increase, 
And  for  the  waning  joy ; 

And  for  this  strange,  this  settled  peace, 
Which  nothing  can  destroy. 

#  \\3  '•  J  /irmly  trusty        j.  Montgomery. 

One  prayer  I  have — all  prayers  in  one — 

When  I  am  wholly  thine; 
Thy  will,  my  God,  thy  will  be  done, 

And  let  that  will  be  mine. 

2  All-wise,  almighty,  and  all-good, 
In  thee  I  firmly  trust; 

Thy  ways,  unknown  or  understood, 
Are  merciful  and  just. 


3  May  I  remember  that  to  thee 
Whate'er  I  have  I  owe; 

And  back,  in  gratitude,  from  me 
May  all  thy  bounties  flow. 

4  And  though  thy  wisdom  takes  away, 
Shall  I  arraign  thy  will? 

Iso,  let  me  bless  thy  name,  and  say, 
"The  Lord  is  gracious  still." 

5  A  pilgrim  through  the  earth  I  roam, 
Of  nothing  long  possessed; 

And  all  must  fail  when  I  go  home, 
For  this  is  not  my  rest. 

I  X  J.  " Sweet  to  lie  passive."      a.  it.  toplady. 

When  languor  and  disease  invade 

This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pain, 

And  long  to  fly  away; — 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 
The  whispers  of  his  love; 

Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above; — 

3  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 
Whose  love  can  never  end; 

Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend; — 

4  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 
To  trust  his  firm  decrees; 

Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 


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I*"  "■  My  times." 

My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy, 
Great  God  !  are  in  thy  hand; 

My  choicest  comforts  come  from  thee, 
And  go  at  thy  command. 

2  If  thou  shouldst  take  them  all  away, 
Yet  would  I  not  repine; 

Before  they  were  possessed  by  mc, 
They  were  entirely  thine. 

3  Nor  would  I  drop  a  murmuring  word, 
Though  the  whole  world  were  gone, 

But  seek  enduring  happiness, 
In  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

HELENA,    CM. 


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9  ■M.V  A  pierced  hand.  j.  edmeston. 

0  thou,  whose  mercy  guides  my  way, 

Though  now  it  seems  severe, 
Forbid  my  unbelief  to  say 

There  is  no  mercy  here  ! 

2  Oh,  may  I,  Lord,  desire  the  pain 
That  comes  in  kindness  down, 

Far  more  than  sweetest  earthly  gain 
Succeeded  by  a  frown. 

3  Then  though  thou  bend  my  spirit  low, 
Love  only  shall  I  see ; 

The  gracious  hand  that  strikes  the  blow, 
Was  wounded  once  for  me. 


W.  B.  BRADBURY. 


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When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past, 
And  mourns  the  present  pain; 

How  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last, 
A  nd  feel  that  death  is  gain  ! 

2  Tis  not  that  murmuring  thoughts  arise, 
And  dread  a  Father's  will; 

'Tis  not  that  meek  submission  flies, 
And  would  not  suffer  still. 

3  It  is  that  heaven-born  faith  surveys 
The  path  that  leads  to  light, 

And  longs  her  eagle  plumes  to  raise, 
And  lose  herself  in  sight. 

4  Oh,  let  me  wing  my  hallowed  flight 
From  earth-born  woe  and  care, 

And  soar  above  these  clouds  of  night, 
My  Saviour's  bliss  to  share  ! 


C.  ELLIOTT. 


71»>  "It  is  I." 

When  waves  of  trouble  round  me  swell, 
My  soul  is  not  dismayed; 

1  hear  a  voice  I  know  full  well, — 

"'Tis  I;  be  not  afraid." 

2  When  black  the  threatening  skies  appear, 
And  storms  my  path  invade, 

Those  accents  tranquilize  each  fear, — 


'"Tis  I;  be  not  afraid." 


3  There  is  a  gulf  that  must  be  crossed: 
Saviour,  be  near  to  aid  ! 

Whisper,  when  my  frail  bark  is  tossed, — 
"Tis  I;  be  not  afraid." 

4  There  is  a  dark  and  fearful  vale, 
Death  hides  within  its  shade; 

Oh,  say,  when  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, — 
"Tislj  be  not  afraid." 


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When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe; — 
When  our  bitter  tears  o'ernow; — 
When  we  mourn  the  lost,  the  dear, 
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With  the  thought  of  all  its  sin; 
When  the  spirit  shrinks  with  fear, 
Jesus,  son  of  Mary,  hear  ! 

Thou  the  shame,  the  grief  hast  known; 
Though  the  sins  were  not  thine  own, 
Thou  hast  deigned  their  load  to  bear: 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 

3  When  our  eyes  grow  dim  in  death ; 
When  we  heave  the  parting  breath; 
When  our  solemn  doom  is  near, 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 

Thou  hast  bowed  the  dying  head; 
Thou  the  blood  of  life  hast  shed; 
Thou  hast  filled  a  mortal  bier: 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear  1 


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When  along  life's  thorny  road, 
Faints  the  soul  beneath  the  load, 
By  its  cares  and  sins  oppressed, 
Finds  on  earth  no  peace  or  rest; 
When  the  wily  tempter's  near, 
Filling  us  with  doubt  and  fear: 
Jesus,  to  thy  feet  we  flee, 
Jesus,  we  will  look  to  thee. 

2  Thou,  our  Saviour,  from  the  throne 
List'nest  to  thy  people's  moan ; 
Thou,  the  living  Head,  dost  share 
Every  pang  thy  members  bear; 

Full  of  tenderness  thou  art, 
Thou  wilt  heal  the  broken  heart; 
Full  of  power,  thine  arm  shall  quell 
All  the  rage  and  might  of  hell. 

3  Mighty  to  redeem  and  save, 
Thou  hast  overcome  the  grave; 
Thou  the  bars  of  death  hast  riven, 
Opened  wide  the  gates  of  heaven; 
Soon  in  glory  thou  shalt  come, 
Taking  thy  poor  pilgrims  home; 
Jesus,  then  we  all  shall  be, 

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When  earth's  riches  flee  away, 
And  the  last  hope  will  not  stay, 
Saviour,  comfort  me ! 

2  When  the  secret  idol's  gone 
That  my  poor  heart  yearned  upon,- 
Desolate,  bereft,  alone, 

Saviour,  comfort  me  ! 

3  Thou,  who  wast  so  sorely  tried, 
In  the  darkness  crucified, 

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Saviour,  comfort  me ! 

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I  deserve  it  all,  I  own: 

Saviour,  comfort  me ! 

5  So  it  shall  be  good  for  me 
Much  afflicted  now  to  be, 
If  thou  wilt  but  tenderly, 

Saviour,  comfort  me ! 


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'iw  "For  he  careth." 

Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord, 
Only  lean  upon  his  word; 
Thou  wilt  soon  have  cause  to  bless 
His  unchanging  faithfulness. 

2  He  sustains  thee  by  his  hand, 
He  enables  thee  to  stand; 
Those,  whom  Jesus  once  hath  loved, 
From  his  grace  are  never  moved. 
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3  Heaven  and  earth  may  pass  away, 
God's  free  grace  shall  not  decay; 
He  hath  promised  to  fulfill 

All  the  pleasure  of  his  will. 

4  Jesus  !  guardian  of  thy  flock, 
Be  thyself  our  constant  rock; 
Make  us  by  thy  powerful  hand, 
Firm  as  Zion's  mountain  stand. 

•  WV  Love  seen  in  trials.  \v.  cowper. 

'Tis  my  happiness  belo^v 

Not  to  live  without  the  cross, 

But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  every  loss. 

2  Trials  must  and  will  befall; 
But  with  humble  faith  to  see 

Love  inscribed  upon  them  all, — 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  God  in  Israel  sows  the  seeds 
Of  affliction,  pain  and  toil; 

These  spring  up  and  choke  the  weeds 
Which  would  else  o'erspread  the  soiL 

4  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 
No  chastisement  by  the  way, 

Might  I  not  with  reason  fear' 
I  should  prove  a  castaway  ? 

5  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet; 
Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer; 

Trials  bring  me  to  his  feet, 

Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 


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With  tearful  eyes  I  look  above, 
And  cry,  "Thy  will  be  mine  !" 

4  Jesus  for  me  hath  died; 

Thy  Son  thou  didst  not  spare: 
His  pierced  hands,  his  bleeding  side, 
Thy  love  for  me  declare. 

5  Here  my  poor  heart  can  rest; 
My  God,  it  cleaves  to  thee: 

Thy  will  is  love,  thine  end  is  blest, 
All  work  for  good  to  me. 


J.  G.  DECK. 


•  &  A  "Spare  me." 

It  is  thy  hand,  my  God; 
My  sorrow  comes  from  thee: 

1  bow  beneath  thy  chastening  rod, 
'Tis  love  that  bruises  me. 

2  I  would  not  murmur,  Lord; 
Before  thee  I  am  dumb: 

Lest  I  should  breathe  one  murmuring  word, 
To  thee  for  help  I  come. 

3  My  God,  thy  name  is  Love; 
A  Father's  hand  is  thine; 


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Along  my  earthly  way, 

How  many  clouds  are  spread ! 

Darkness,  with  scarce  one  cheerful  ray, 
Seems  gathering  o'er  my  head. 

2  Yet,  Father,  thou  art  Love; 
Oh,  hide  not  from  my  view ! 

But  when  I  look,  in  prayer,  above, 
Appear  in  mercy  through  ! 

3  My  pathway  is  not  hid; 
Thou  knowest  all  my  need; 


J.   EDMESTON. 


And  I  would  do  as  Israel  did, — 
Follow  where  thou  wilt  lead. 

4  Lead  me,  and  then  my  feet 
Shall  never,  never  stray; 

But  safely  I  shall  reach  the  seat 
Of  happiness  and  day. 

5  And,  oh,  from  that  bright  throne 
I  shall  look  back,  and  see, — 

The  path  I  went,  and  that  alone 
Was  the  right  path  for  me. 


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I  i^O  «'jp^  a/^  by  faith."       a.  m.  toplady. 

If,  through  unruffled  seas, 

Toward  heaven  we  calmly  sail, 

With  grateful  hearts,  0  God,  to  thee, 
We'll  own  the  favoring  gale. 

2  But  should  the  surges  rise, 
And  rest  delay  to  come, 

Blest  be  the  sorrow — kind  the  storm, 
Which  drives  us  nearer  home. 

3  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 
All  yield  to  thy  control: 

Thy  tender  mercies  shall  illume 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

4  Teach  us,  in  every  state, 
To  make  thy  will  our  own; 

And  when  the  joys  of  sense  depart, 
To  live  by  faith  alone. 

#  <*  "*        Kindness  even  in  affliction,    t.  Hastings. 

How  tender  is  thy  hand, 

O  thou  beloved  Lord  ! 
Afflictions  come  at  thy  command, 

And  leave  us  at  thy  word. 

2  How  gentle  was  the  rod 
That  chastened  us  for  sin  ! 

How  soon  we  found  a  smiling  God, 
Where  deep  distress  had  been  ! 

3  A  Father's  hand  we  felt, 
A  Father's  heart  we  knew; 

With  tears  of  penitence  we  knelt, 
And  found  his  word  was  true. 


4  We  told  him  all  our  grief, 
We  thought  of  Jesus'  love; 

A  sense  of  pardon  brought  relief, 
And  bade  our  pains  remove. 

5  Now  we  will  bless  the  Lord, 
And  in  his  strength  confide ; 

For  ever  be  his  name  adored; 
For  there  is  none  beside. 


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Psalm  103. 


My  soul,  repeat  his  praise, 
Whose  mercies  are  so  great; 

Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide; 
And  when  his  strokes  are  felt, 

His  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  those  that  fear  his  name, 

Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel: 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

4  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 
Or  like  the  morning  flower; 

If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

5  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 
To  endless  years  endure; 

And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 


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My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt! 

Oh,  may  thy  will  be  mine; 
Into  thy  hand  of  love 

I  would  my  all  resign; 
Through  sorrow,  or  through  joy, 

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2  My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt! 
Though  seen  through  many  a  tear, 

Let  not  my  star  of  hope 

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3  My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt! 
All  shall  be  well  for  me; 

Each  changing  future  scene 

I  gladly  trust  with  thee: 
Straight  to  my  home  above 

I  travel  calmly  on, 
And  sing,  in  life  or  death, 

My  Lord,  thy  will  be  done! 


i  hi  i  u He  knoweth  the  way."        h.  bon 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord, 

However  dark  it  be! 
Lead  me  by  thine  own  hand; 

Choose  out  my  path  for  me. 

1  dare  not  choose  my  lot: 

I  would  not,  if  I  might; 
Choose  thou  for  me,  my  God, 
So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

2  The  kingdom  that  I  seek 
Is  thine:  so  let  the  way 

That  leads  to  it  be  thine, 
Else  I  must  surely  stray. 

Take  thou  my  cup,  and  it 
With  joy  or  sorrow  fill, 

As  best  to  thee  may  seem; 
Choose  thou  my  good  and  ill. 

3  Choose  thou  for  me  my  friends, 
My  sickness  or  my  health; 

Choose  thou  my  cares  for  me, 
My  poverty  or  wealth. 

Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice, 
In  things  or  great  or  small; 

Be  thou  my  Guide,  my  Strength, 
My  Wisdom  and  my  All. 


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By  faith  to  cling  to  thee! 

2  What  though  the  world  deceitful  prove, 
And  earthly  friends  and  hopes  remove; 
With  patient,  uncomplaining  love, 

Still  would  I  cling  to  thee. 

3  Though  oft  I  seem  to  tread  alone 
Life's  dreary  waste,  with  thorns  o'ergrown, 
Thy  voice  of  love,  in  gentlest  tone, 

Still  whispers,  "Cling  to  me!" 

4  Though  faith  and  hope  are  often  tried, 

1  ask  not,  need  not,  aught  beside; 
So  safe,  so  calm,  so  satisfied, 

The  soul  that  clings  to  thee! 

THY  WILL  BE  DONE.    Chant. 


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I  hi  ef  A  Wlu  resigned.  j.  g.  whittier. 

1  ask  not  now  for  gold  to  gild, 

With  mocking  shine,  an  aching  frame ; 
The  yearning  of  the  mind  is  stilled — 
I  ask  not  now  for  fame. 

2  But,  bowed  in  lowliness  of  mind, 

I  make  my  humble  wishes  known; 
I  only  ask  a  will  resigned, 
0  Father,  to  thine  own. 

3  In  vain  I  task  my  aching  brain, 
In  vain  the  sage's  thoughts  I  scan; 

I  only  feel  how  weak  I  am, 
How  poor  and  blind  is  man. 

4  And  now  my  spirit  sighs  for  home, 
And  longs  for  light  whereby  to  see; 

And,  like  a  weary  child,  would  come, 
0  Father,  unto  thee. 

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"Thy  will  be  |  done!"  ||    In  devious  way 
The  hurrying  stream  of  |  life  may  |  run;  || 
Yet  still  our  grateful  hearts  shall  say,  | 
"Thy  will  be  |  done." 

2   u  Thy  will  be  |  done!"  ||   If  o'er  us  shine 
A  gladdening  and  a  |  prosperous  |  sun,  || 


This  praver  will  make  it  more  divine — | 
"Thy  wiUbc  |  done!" 

3  "Thy  will  be  I  done!"  1 1  Tho' shrouded  o'er 
Our  I  path  with  |  gloom,  |  one  comfort — one 
Is  ours: — to  breathe,  while  we  adore,  I 
"Thy  will  be  |  done." 


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1 .  Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish  O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  lore ;  Pain  and  death,  and  night  and  anguish  Enter  not  the  world  above. 


W.   B.  COLLYER. 


9  OL  Comfort. 

Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 
O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love; 

Pain  and  death,  and  night  and  anguish 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 


3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 
From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 

In  his  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never,  never  die. 


2  While  our  silent  steps  are  straying  4  Now,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 

Lonely  through  night's  deepening  shade,      O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love; 

Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing  Far  removed  from  pain  and  anguish, 

Round  the  happy  Christian's  head.  They  are  chanting  hymns  above. 


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Holy  Father,  thou  hast  taught  me 

I  should  live  to  thee  alone; 
Year  by  year  thy  hand  hath  brought  me 

On  through  dangers  oft  unknown. 
When  I  wandered,  thou  hast  found  me; 

When  I  doubted,  sent  me  light; 
Still  thine  arm  has  been  around  me, 

All  my  paths  were  in  thy  sight. 
2  In  the  world  will  foes  assail  me, 

Craftier,  stronger  far  than  I ; 
And  the  strife  may  never  fail  me, 

Well  I  know,  before  I  die. 


Therefore,  Lord,  I  come  believing 
Thou  canst  give  the  power  I  need; 

Through  the  prayer  of  faith  receiving 
Strength — the  Spirit's  strength,  indeed. 

3  I  would  trust  in  thy  protection, 

Wholly  rest  upon  thine  arm; 
Follow  wholly  thy  direction, 

Thou,  mine  only  guard  from  harm ! 
Keep  me  from  mine  own  undoing, 

Help  me  turn  to  thee  when  tried, 
Still  my  footsteps,  Father,  viewing, 

Keep  me  ever  at  thy  side. 


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Jesus,  while  our  hearts  are  bleeding 

O'er  the  spoils  that  death  has  won, 
We  would  at  this  solemn  meeting, 

Calmly  say, — thy  will  be  done. 
2  Though  cast  down,  we're  not  forsaken;    4  By  thy  hands  the  boon  was  given, 

Though  afflicted,  not  alone; 
Thou  didst  give,  and  thou  hast  taken; 

Blessed  Lord, — thy  will  be  done. 


3  Though  to-day  we  're  filled  with  mourning, 

Mercy  still  is  on  the  throne; 
With  thy  smiles  of  love  returning, 

We  can  sing — thy  will  be  done. 


Thou  hast  taken  but  thine  own: 
Lord  of  earth,  and  God  of  heaven, 
Evermore, — thy  will  be  done  1 


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Lead,  kindly  Light !    amid  the  encircling 

Lead  thou  me  on;  [gloom, 

The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home, 

Lead  thou  me  on; 
Keep  thou  my  feet;  I  do  not  ask  to  sec 
The  distant  scene;  one  step  enough  for  me. 
2  I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on; 
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Pride  ruled  my  will.     Remember  not  past 
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Will  lead  me  on  [it  still 

O'er  moor  and  fen,  o'er  crag  and  torrent,  till 
The  night  is  gone; 

And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile 

Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost 
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Deem  not  that  they  are  blest  alone 
Whose  days  a  peaceful  tenor  keep; 

The  anointed  Son  of  God  makes  known 
A  blessing  for  the  eyes  that  weep. 

2  The  light  of  smiles  shall  fill  again 
The  lids  that  overflow  with  tears; 

And  weary  hours  of  woe  and  pain 
Are  promises  of  happier  years. 

3  There  is  a  day  of  sunny  rest 

For  every  dark  and  troubled  night; 

And  grief  may  bide  an  evening  guest, 

But  joy  shall  come  with  early  light. 

4  Nor  let  the  good  man's  trust  depart, 
Though  life  its  common  gifts  deny, 

W00DW0RTH.    L.  M. 


Though  with  a  pierced  and  broken  heart, 
Aud  spurned  of  men,  he  goes  to  die. 

5  For  God  has  marked  each  sorrowing  day, 
And  numbered  every  secret  tear; 

And  heaven's  long  age  of  bliss  shall  pay 
For  all  his  children  suffer  here. 

*  **"  Resignation.  j.  roscoe. 

Thy  will  be  done  !  I  will  not  fear 
The  fate  provided  by  thy  love; 

Though  clouds  and  darkness  shroud  me  here, 
I  know  that  all  is  bright  above. 

2  Father,  forgive  the  heart  that  clings, 
Thus  trembling,  to  the  things  of  time; 

And  bid  my  soul,  on  angel  wings, 
Ascend  into  a  purer  clime. 

3  There  shall  no  doubts  disturb  its  trust, 
No  sorrows  dim  celestial  love; 

But  these  afflictions  of  the  dust, 
Like  shadows  of  the  night,  remove. 

4  Ev'n  now,  above,  there's  radiant  day, 
While  clouds  and  darkness  brood  below; 

Then,  Father,  joyful  on  my  way 
To  drink  the  bitter  cup,  I  go. 

W.B.  BRADBURY. 


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He  leadeth  me  !  oh,  blessed  thought, 
Oh,  words  with  heavenly  comfort  fraught ! 
Whate'er  I  do,  where'er  I  be, 
Still  'tis  God's  hand  that  leadeth  me. — 

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2  Sometimes  'mid  scenes  of  deepest  gloom, 
Sometimes  where  Eden's  bowers  bloom, 
By  waters  still,  o'er  troubled  sea, — 

Still  'tis  his  hand  that  leadeth  mc  ! — Ref. 

3  Lord  !   I  would  clasp  thy  hand  in  mine, 
Kor  ever  murmur  nor  repine; 

Content  whatever  lot  I  see, 

Since  'tis  my  God  that  leadeth  mc. — Ref. 

4  And  when  my  task  on  earth  is  done, 
When  by  thy  grace  the  victory's  won, 
Ev'n  death's  cold  wave  I  will  not  flee, 
Since  God  through  Jordan  leadeth  me. — 

Ref. 

•  OO  "  Thy  will  be  done.'"''  c.  elliott. 

My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 
Far  from  my  home,  on  life's  rough  way, 


Oh,  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 
"Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done  1" 

2  What  though  in  lonely  grief  I  sigh 
For  friends  beloved  no  longer  nigh; 
Submissive  still  would  I  reply, 

"Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done !" 

3  If  thou  shouldst  call  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  prize, — it  ne'er  was  mine; 
I  only  yield  thee  what  was  thine: 
"Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done !" 

4  If  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blest 
With  thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest, 
My  God,  to  thee  I  leave  the  rest; 
"Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done  !" 

5  Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day; 
Blend  it  with  thine,  and  take  away 
Whate'er  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 
"Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done!" 

6  Then  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more 
The  prayer  oft  mixed  with  tears  before, 
I'll  sing,  upon  a  happier  shore, 

"Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done !" 


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«  O "  6s,  D .  "Thy  Father. " 

Be  tranquil,  0  my  soul, 

Be  quiet,  every  fear  ! 
Thy  Father  hath  control, 

And  he  is  ever  near. 
Ne'er  of  thy  lot  complain, 

Whatever  may  befall ; 
Sickness,  or  care,  or  pain, 

'T  is  well-appointed  all. 

2  A  Father's  chastening  hand 

Is  leading  thee  along  ; 
Nor  distant  is  the  land, 

Where  swells  the  immortal  song. 
Oh,  then,  my  soul,  be  still ! 

Await  heaven's  high  decree  ; 
Seek  but  thy  Father's  will, 

It  shall  be  well  with  thee. 


DISCIPLINE    AND     SORROW. 


T.  HASTINGS. 


W.  F.  LLOYD. 


|4"v  s#  M.  Trusting. 

u  My  times  are  in  thy  hand  : " 
My  God  !  I  wish  them  there  ; 

My  life,  my  soul,  my  all,  I  leave 
Entirely  to  thy  care. 


2  u  My  times  are  in  thy  hand  ;  n 
Whatever  they  may  be  ; 

Pleasing  or  painful,  dark  or  bright, 
As  best  may  seem  to  thee. 

3  "  My  times  are  in  thy  hand ;  " — 
Why  should  I  doubt  or  fear? 

My  Father's  hand  will  never  cause 
His  child  a  needless  tear. 

4  "  My  times  are  in  thy  hand ;  " 
I'll  always  trust  in  thee  ; 

Till  I  possess  the  promised  land, 
And  all  thy  glory  see,   - 

I**  A  cm.  Psalm  73.  1.  watts. 

God,  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 

My  help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 

When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide*  my 
Through  this  dark  wilderness  ;      [feet 

Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven,  without  my  God, 
;T  would  be  no  joy  to  me  \ 


And  while  the  earth  in  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  springs  cf  life  were  broke, 
And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint, 

Thou  art  my  souls  eternal  rock, 
The  strength  cf  every  saint. 

5  Then  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 
Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  ; 

My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

i***    L.  M.  Psalm  go:   12,  GUYON. 

If  life  in  sorrow  must  be  spent, 
So  be  it;  I  am  well  content; 
And  meekly  wait  my  last  remove, 
Desiring  only  trustful  love. 

2  No  bliss  I  '11  seek,  but  to  fulfill 
In  life,  in  death,  thy  perfect  will ; 
No  succor  in  my  woes  I  want, 

But  what  my  Lord  is  pleased  to  grant. 

3  Cur  days  are  numbered:  let  us  spare 
Our  anxious  hearts  a  needless  care ; 

?T  is  thine  to  number  out  our  days  ; 
'T  is  ours  to  give  them  to  thy  praise. 

4  Faith  is  our  only  business  here — 
Faith,  simple,  constant,  and  sincere; 
Oh,  blessed  days  thy  servants  see  ! 
Thus  spent  O  Lord !  in  pleasing  thee. 

•  tO  c.  m.  "Be ye  also  ready."  a.  reed. 

There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  part 

With  all  I  hold  most  dear ; 
And  life,  with  its  best  hopes,  will  then 

As  nothingness  appear. 

2  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  sink 
Beneath  the  stroke  of  death  ; 

And  yield  to  him,  who  gave  it  first, 
My  struggling  vital  breath. 

3  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  stand 
Before  the  judgment-seat ; 

And  all  my  sins,  and  all  my  foes, 
In  awful  vision  meet. 

4  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  look 
On  one  eternity ; 

And  nameless  woe,  or  blissful  life, 
My  endless  portion  be. 

5  0  Saviour,  then,  in  all  my  need 
Be  near,  be  near  to  me  : 

And  let  my  soul,  by  steadfast  faith, 
Find  life  and  heaven  in  thee. 


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■  *T  S.  M.  Tell  Jesus.  anon. 

In  every  trying  hour 
My  soul  to  Jesus  flies  ; 

1  trust  in  his  almighty  power, 
When  swelling  billows  rise. 

2  His  comforts  bear  me  up  j 
I  trust  a  faithful  God ; 

The  sure  foundation  of  my  hope 
Is  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

3  Loud  hallelujahs  sing 

To  our  Redeemer's  name  j 
In  joy  or  sorrow — life  or  death — 
His  love  is  still  the  same. 

74^ 

•  ^^  L.  M.  "Afterwards."  a.  r.  wolfe. 

1  bless  thee,  Lord,  for  sorrows  sent 
To  break  the  dream  of  human  power, 

For  now  my  shallow  cistern 's  spent, 
I  find  thy  fount  and  thirst  no  more. 

2  I  take  thy  hand  and  fears  grow  still : 
Behold  thy  face,  and  doubts  remove  ; 

Who  would  not  yield  his  wavering  will 
To  perfect  truth  and  boundless  love  ! 

3  That  truth  gives  promise  of  a  dawn, 
Beneath  whose  light  I  am  to  see, 

When  all  these  blinding  vails  arc  drawn, 
This  was  the  wisest  path  for  me. 

4  That  love  this  restless  soul  doth  teach 
The  strength  of  thy  eternal  calm  ; 

And  tunes  its  sad  and  broken  speech, 
To  sing  ev'n  now  the  angels'  psalm. 

•  ^^  L.  M.  God  is  love.  J.  bowring. 

1  cannot  always  trace  the  way 
Where  thou,  Almighty  One,  dost  move  j 
But  I  can  always,  always  say, 

That  God  is  love,  that  God  is  love. 

2  When  fear  her  chilling  mantle  flings 
O'er  earth,  my  soul  to  heaven  above, 
As  to  her  native  home,  upsprings, 
For  God  is  love,  for  God  is  love. 

3  When  mystery  clouds   my  darkened 

path, 
I  '11  check  my  dread,  my  doubts  reprove ; 
In  this  my  soul  sweet  comfort  hath, 
That  God  is  love,  that  God  is  love. 

4  Yes,  God  is  love ; — a  thought  like  this 
Can  every  gloomy  thought  remove, 
And  turn  all  tears,  all  woes,  to  bliss, 
For  God  is  love,  for  God  is  love. 


'^•8s,  7s.  Life's  Evening.        C  P.  smith,  alt. 

Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour ! 

For  the  day  is  passing  by  j 
See  !  the  shades  of  evening  gather, 

And  the  night  is  drawing  nigh. 

2  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows, 
Paler  now  the  glowing  west, 

Swift  the  night  of  death  advances  ; 
Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest? 

3  Lonely  seems  the  vale  of  shadow ; 
Sinks  my  heart  with  troubled  fear  j 

Give  me  faith  for  clearer  vision, 

Speak  thou,  Lord,  in  words  of  cheer. 

4  Let  me  hear  thy  voice  behind  me, 
Calming  all  these  wild  alarms ; 

Let  me,  underneath  my  weakness, 
Feel  the  everlasting  arms. 

5  Feeble,  trembling,  fainting,  dying, 
Lord,  I  cast  myself  on  thee  ; 

Tarry  with  me  through  the  darkness  ; 
While  1  sleep,  still  watch  by  me. 

6  Tarry  with  me,  0  my  Saviour ! 
Lay  my  head  upon  thy  breast 

Till  the  morning  ;  then  awake  me- 
Morning  of  eternal  rest ! 

74-8 

•  T(J  6s,  d.  More  like  God.  h.  bonar. 

I  did  thee  wrong,  my  God, 

I  wronged  thy  truth  and  love  j 

1  fretted  at  the  rod, — 
Against  thy  power  I  strove. 

Come  nearer,  nearer  still ; 

Let  not  thy  light  depart  j 
Bend,  break  this  stubborn  will ; 

Dissolve  this  iron  heart ! 

2  Less  wayward  let  me  be, 
More  pliable  and  mild ; 

In  glad  simplicity 

More  like  a  trustful  child. 
Less,  less  of  self  each  day, 

And  more,  my  God,  of  thee ; 
Oh,  keep  me  in  the  way, 

However  rough  it  be. 

3  Less  of  the  flesh  each  day, 
Less  of  the  world  and  sin : 

More  of  thy  Son,  I  pray, 

More  of  thyself  within. 
More  moulded  to  thy  will, 

Lord,  let  thy  servant  be ; 
Higher  and  higher  still, 

More,  and  still  more,  like  thee ! 


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How  beauteous  are  their  feet 

Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ! 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 

And  words  of  peace  reveal. 
How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  sweet  their  tidings  are  ! 
"Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King; 

He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

2  How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound  ! 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found. 

How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 
That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 

Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

3  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 
The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad; 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 

Their  Saviour  and  their  God ! 


*  **"  More  Laborers.  c.  wesley. 

Lord  of  the  harvest !  hear 

Thy  needy  servants  cry; 
Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 

And  all  our  wants  supply. 
On  thee  we  humbly  wait; 

Our  wants  are  in  thy  view; 
The  harvest  truly,  Lord  I  is  great, 

The  laborers  are  few. 

2  Convert  and  send  forth  more 
Into  thy  Church  abroad; 

And  let  them  speak  thy  word  of  power, 

As  workers  with  their  God. 
Give  the  pure  Gospel-word, 

The  word  of  general  grace ; 
Thee  let  them  preach,  the  common  Lcrd, 

The  Saviour  of  our  race. 

3  Oh,  let  them  spread  thy  name; 
Their  mission  fully  prove; 

Thy  universal  grace  proclaim 

Thy  all-redeeming  love. 
On  all  mankind  forgiven, 

Empower  them  still  to  call, 
And  tell  each  creature  under  heaven, 

That  thou  hast  died  for  all. 


THE  CHURCH:-INSTITOTlONS. 


WAESAW. 


The  courts  of  heaven  are  filled:  On  his  great  love  Our  hopes  • 


e  place,  Of  present  grace  And  joys  above. 


J.  CHANDLER 


Christ  is  our  Corner-stone; 

On  him  alone  we  build; 
With  his  true  saints  alone 

The  courts  of  heaven  are  filled: 


On  his  great  love 
Our  hopes  we  place, 


Of  present  grace 
And  joys  above. 


2  Oh,  then  with  hymns  of  praise 
These  hallowed  courts  shall  ring  ! 

Our  voices  we  will  raise, 
The  Three  in  One  to  sing; 


And  thus  proclaim 
In  joyful  song, 


Both  loud  and  long, 
That  glorious  Name. 


3  Here  may  we  gain  from  heaven 
The  grace  which  we  implore, 

And  may  that  grace  once  given, 
Be  with  us  evermore, — 


Until  that  day 
When  all  the  blest 


To  endless  rest 
Are  called  away. 


I  tJ(<d  The  Church  one. 

One  sole  baptismal  sign, 

One  Lord  below,  above, 
One  faith,  one  hope  divine, 
One  only  watchword,  love; 
From  different  temples  though  it  rise, 
One  song  ascendeth  to  the  skies. 

2  Our  sacrifice  is  one; 

One  Priest  before  the  throne, 
The  slain,  the  risen  Son, 

Redeemer,  Lord  alone; 
And  sighs  from  contrite  hearts  that  spring 
Our  chief,  our  choicest  offering. 

3  Head  of  thy  church  beneath, 
The  catholic,  the  true, 

On  all  her  members  breathe, 
Her  broken  frame  renew; 
Then  shall  thy  perfect  will  be  done 
When  Christians  love  and  live  as  one. 


HADDAM.    H.M. 


lowell  mason,  arr. 


THE  CHURCH:-INGTITUTIONS. 


J.  P.  MOLBROOK. 


"  Glorious  things."  j.  newton, 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  ! 
lie,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode: 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See  1  the  streams  of  living  waters, 
Springing  from  eternal  love, 

Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 
And  all  fear  of  want  remove: 

Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river 
Ever  flows  their  thirst  to  assuage  ? — 

Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  Giver, 
Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Hound  each  habitation  hovering, 
See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear 

For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 
Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near ! 

Thus  deriving  from  their  banner, 
Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day, 

Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 

Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray. 


The  covenant. 


w.  COWPER. 


Hear  what  God,  the  Lord  hath  spoken; 

0  my  people,  faint  and  few, 
Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken, 

Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you; 
Scenes  of  heartfelt  tribulation 

Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways; 
You  shall  name  your  walls  "Salvation," 

And  your  gates  shall  all  be  "Praise." 

2  There,  like  streams  that  feed  the  garden, 
Pleasures  without  end  shall  flow; 

For  the  Lord,  your  faith  rewarding, 

All  his  bounty  shall  bestow. 
Still  in  undisturbed  possession 

Peace  and  righteousness  shall  reign; 
Never  shall  you  feel  oppression, 

Hear  the  voice  of  war  again. 

3  Ye,  no  more  your  suns  descending, 
Waning  moons  no  more  shall  see, 

Cut,  your  griefs  for  ever  ending, 

Find  eternal  noon  in  me. 
God  shall  rise,  and  shining  o'er  you, 

Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night; 
He,  the  Lord,  shall  be  your  Glory, 

God,  your  everlasting  Light. 


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In  our  deepest  darkness  rise, — 
Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature, 

Pouring  day  upon  our  eyes. 


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Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 

Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  poor  benighted  heart: 

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Come,  and  bring  the  gospel  grace. 

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2  Israel's  Strength  and  Consolation, 
Hope  of  all  the  saints  thou  art: 

Dear  Desire  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

3  Born,  thy  people  to  deliver; 
Born  a  child,  and  yet  a  King ! 

Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

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Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone; 

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Oh,  where  are  kings  and  empires  now, 

Of  old  that  went  and  came  ? 
But,  Lord,  thy  church  is  praying  yet, 

A  thousand  years  the  same. 

2  We  mark  her  goodly  battlements, 
And  her  foundations  strong; 

We  hear  within  the  solemn  voice 
Of  her  unending  song. 

3  For  not  like  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Thy  holy  church,  O  God  !  [her, 

Though  earthquake  shocks  are  threatening 
And  tempests  are  abroad; — 

4  Unshaken  as  eternal  hills, 
Immovable  she  stands, 

A  mountain  that  shall  fill  the  earth, 
A  house  not  made  by  hands. 

I  OO  "Little  Flock."  H.  BONAR. 

Church  of  the  ever-living  God, 

The  Father's  gracious  choice, 
Amid  the  voices  of  this  earth 

How  feeble  is  thy  voice  ! 

2  A  little  flock  ! — so  calls  he  thee 
Who  bought  thee  with  his  blood; 

A  little  flock,  disowned  of  men, 
But  owned  and  loved  of  God. 

3  Not  many  rich  or  noble  called,  4  0  Zion,  learn  to  doubt  no  more, 
Not  many  great  or  wise;  Be  every  fear  suppressed; 

They  whom  God  makes  his  kings  and  priests  Unchanging  truth,  and  love,  and  power, 
Are  poor  in  human  eyes.  Dwell  ia  thy  Saviour's  breast. 


4  But  the  chief  Shepherd  comes  at  length; 
Their  feeble  days  are  o'er, 

No  more  a  handful  in  the  earth, 
A  little  flock  no  more. 

5  No  more  a  lily  among  thorns, 
Weary  and  faint  and  few; 

But  countless  as  the  stars  of  heaven, 
Or  as  the  early  dew. 

6  Then  entering  the  eternal  halls, 
In  robes  of  victory, 

That  mighty  multitude  shall  keep 
The  joyous  jubilee. 

f  tf  tf  "Can  a  mother  forget?"'        a.  Steele. 

A  mother  may  forgetful  be, 

For  human  love  is  frail; 
But  thy  Creator's  love  to  thee, 

O  Zion,  cannot  fail. 

2  No:  thy  dear  name  engraven  stands, 
In  characters  of  love, 

On  thy  almighty  Father's  hands, 
And  never*" shall  remove. 

3  Before  his  ever-watchful  eye 
Thy  mournful  state  appears, 

And  every  groan,  and  e\ery  sigh, 
Divine  compassion  hears. 


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O  thou,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands, 

Built  over  earth  and  sea, 
Accept  the  walls  that  human  hands 

Have  raised  to  worship  thee. 

2  Lord,  from  thine  inmost  glory  send, 
Within  these  courts  to  bide, 

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3  May  erring  minds  that  worship  here 
Be  taught  the  better  way; 

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Be  strengthened  as  they  pray. 

4  May  faith  grow  firm,  and  love  grow  warm, 
And  pure  devotion  rise, 

While  round  these  hallowed  walls  the  storm 
Of  earth-born  passion  dies. 


P.  DODDRIDGE. 


7  61  The  Ministry. 

'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor's  care  demands, 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 

And  filled  a  Saviour's  hands. 

2  They  watch  for  souls  for  whom  the  Lord 
Did  heavenly  bliss  forego — 

For  souls  that  must  for  ever  live 
In  rapture  or  in  woe. 

3  All  to  the  great  tribunal  haste, 
The  account  to  render  there; 

And  shouldst  thou  strictly  mark  our  faults. 
Lord !  how  should  we  appear  ? 

4  May  they  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach 
Their  own  Redeemer,  see, 

And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 


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The  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod, 
Was  the  first  temple, — built  by  God; 
His  fiat  laid  the  corner-stone, 
And  heaved  its  pillars,  one  by  one. 

2  He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high — 
The  broad,  illimitable  sky; 

He  spread  its  pavement,  green  and  bright, 
And  curtained  it  with  morning  light. 

3  The  mountains  in  their  places  stood, 
The  sea — the  sky — and  "all  was  good;" 
And  when  its  first  pure  praises  rang, 
The  "morning  stars  together  sang." 

4  Lord,  'tis  not  ours  to  make  the  sea, 
And  earth,  and  sky,  a  house  for  thee; 
But  in  thy  sight  our  offering  stands — 
An  humbler  temple,  "made  with  hands." 

#  Otf  The  Ministry.  b.  beddome. 

Father  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear, 
Attentive  to  our  earnest  prayer; 
We  plead  for  those  who  plead  for  thee; 
Successful  may  they  ever  be. 

2  Clothe  thou  with  energy  divine 

Their  words,  and  let  those  words  be  thine; 
Teach  them  immortal  souls  to  gain, 
Nor  let  them  labor,  Lord,  in  vain. 

3  Let  thronging  multitudes  around 
Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  sound; 
And  light  through  distant  realms  be  spread 
Till  Zion  rears  her  drooping  head. 


|D4  The  Ministry.  a.  Steele. 

How  blest  are  those,  how  truly  wise, 
Who  learn  and  keep  the  sacred  road  ! 

How  happy  they  whom  heaven  employs 
To  turn  rebellious  hearts  to  God: — 

2  To  win  them  from  the  fatal  way, 
Where  erring  folly  thoughtless  roves, 

And  that  blest  righteousness  display 
Which  Jesus  wrought  and  God  approves. 

3  The  shining  firmament  shall  fade, 
And  sparkling  stars  resign  their  light ; 

-But  these  shall  know  nor  change  nor  shade, 
For  ever  fair,  for  ever  bright. 

lOO  Installation.  j.  MONTGOMERY. 

We  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name 

Of  Jesus,  our  exalted  Head; 
Come  as  a  servant:  so  he  came, 

And  we  receive  thee  in  his  stead. 

2  Come  as  a  shepherd ;  guard  and  keep 
This  fold  from  hell,  and  earth,  and  sin; 

Nourish  the  lambs,  and  feed  the  sheep, 
The  wounded  heal,  the  lost  bring  in. 

3  Come  as  a  teacher,  sent  from  God, 
Charged  his  whole  counsel  to  declare; 

Lift  o'er  our  ranks  the  prophet's  rod, 
While  we  uphold  thy  hands  with  prayer. 

4  Come  as  a  messenger  of  peace, 
Filled  with  the  Spirit,  fired  with  love ! 

Live  to  behold  our  large  increase, 
And  die  to  meet  us  all  above. 


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Pour  out  thy  Spirit  from  on  high ; 

Lord  !  thine  assembled  servants  bless; 
Graces  and  gifts  to  each  supply, 

And  clothe  thy  priests  with  righteousness. 

2  Wisdom  and  zeal,  and  faith  impart, 
Firmness  with  meekness  from  above, 

To  bear  thy  people  on  our  heart, 

And  love  the  souls  whom  thou  dost  love : — 

3  To  watch  and  pray,  and  never  faint ; 
By  day  and  night  strict  guard  to  keep; 

To  warn  the  sinner,  cheer  the  saint, 

Nourish  thy  lambs,  and  feed  thy  sheep;— 

4  Then,  when  our  work  is  finished  here, 
In  humble  hope  our  charge  resign: 

When  the  chief  Shepherd  shall  appear, 
O  God  1  may  they  and  we  be  thine  ! 

4  O  I  Seeking-  a  Pastor.         p.  doddridge. 

O  Lord,  thy  pitying  eye  surveys 
Our  wandering  paths,  our  trackless  ways: 
Send  forth,  in  love,  thy  truth  and  light, 
To  guide  our  doubtful  footsteps  right. 

2  In  humble  faith,  behold  we  wait: 
On  thee  we  call  at  mercy's  gate; 

Our  drooping  hearts,  0  God,  sustain, — 
Shall  Israel  seek  thy  face  in  vain? 

3  0  Lord  I  in  ways  of  peace  return, 
Nor  let  thy  flock  neglected  mourn ; 
May  our  blest  eyes  a  shepherd  see, 
Dear  to  our  souls,  and  dear  to  thee. 


I  \f  C_?  Prayer  for  Pastor.  r.  hill. 

With  heavenly  power,  0  Lord,  defend 
Him  whom  we  now  to  thee  commend; 
Thy  faithful  messenger  secure, 
And  make  him  to  the  end  endure. 

2  Gird  him  with  all-sufficient  grace; 
Direct  his  feet  in  paths  of  peace; 
Thy  truth  and  faithfulness  fulfill, 
And  arm  him  to  obey  thy  will. 

■  "V  Church  Dedication.       J.  pierpont. 

Oh,  bow  thine  ear,  Eternal  One  1 
On  thee  our  heart  adoring  calls; 

To  thee  the  followers  of  thy  Son 

Have  raised,  and  now  devote  these  walls. 

2  Here  let  thy  holy  days  be  kept; 
And  be  this  place  to  worship  given, 

Like  that  bright  spot  where  Jacob  slept, 
The  house  of  God,  the  gate  of  heaven. 

3  Here  may  thine  honor  dwell ;  and  here, 
As  incense,  let  thy  children's  prayer, 

From  contrite  hearts  and  lips  sincere, 
Rise  on  the  still  and  holy  air. 

4  Here  be  thy  praise  devoutly  sung; 
Here  let  thy  truth  beam  forth  to  save, 

As  when,  of  old,  thy  Spirit  hung, 

On  wings  of  light,  o'er  Jordan's  wave. 

5  And  when  the  lips,  that  with  thy  name 
Are  vocal  now,  to  dust  shall  turn, 

On  others  may  devotion's  flame 
Be  kindled  here,  and  purely  burn ! 


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•  •  "  s.  m.  Psalm  48.  I.  WATTS. 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known, 
The  world  declares  thy  praise  ; 

Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 

2  With  joy  thy  people  stand 
On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 

Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell, 

Compass  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well — 

4  The  order  of  thy  house, 
The  worship  of  thy  court, 

The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows  j 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent,  and  how  wise  ! 
How  glorious  to  behold  ! 

Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorned  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worship  now 
Will  guide  us  till  we  die ; 

Will  be  our  God,  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 

•  #  ■*•  7s,  6s.     The  Church  is  Christ's.         s.  j.  stone, 

The  Church's  one  foundation 

Is  Jesus  Christ  her  Lord  j 
She  is-  his  new  creation 

By  water  and  the  word  : 
From  heaven  he  came  and  sought  her, 

To  be  his  holy  bride  ; 
With  his  own  blood  he  bought  her, 

And  for  her  life  he  died. 

2  Elect  from  every  nation, 
Yet  one  o'er  all  the  earth, 

Her  charter  of  salvation 

One  Lord,  one  faith,  one  birth  ; 

One  holy  name  she  blesses, 
Partakes  one  holy  food, 

And  to  one  hope  she  presses, 
With  every  grace  endued. 

3  Though  with  a  scornful  wonder, 
Men  see  her  sore  oppressed. 

By  schisms  rent  asunder, 

By  heresies  distressed, 
Yet  saints  their  watch  are  keeping, 

Their  cry  goes  up,  "  How  long  ? " 
And  soon  the  night  of  weeping 

Shall  be  the  morn  of  song. 


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•   •  ^  S.  M.  Psalm  48.  1.  wat 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 

He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  These  temples  of  his  grace, 
How  beautiful  they  stand ! 

The  honors  of  our  native  place, 
The  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known, 
A  refuge  in  distress  ; 

How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone 
Through  all  her  palaces  ! 

4  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 
Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 

How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  sheep  have  been. 

5  In  every  new  distress 
We  '11  to  his  house  repair, 

We  '11  think  upon  his  wondrous  grace, 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 


9   i  O  IISi  ios.        " Daughter  0/  Zion  J '"  anon. 

Daughter  of  Zion  !  awake  from  thy  sad- 
ness : 
Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee 
no  more  j 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star 
of  gladness ; 
Arise  !  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is 
o'er. 

2  Strong  were   thy  foes,  but  the   arm 

that  subdued  them, 

And  scattered  their  legions,  was  might- 
ier far ; 
They  fled,  like  the  chaff,  from  the  scourge 
that  pursued  them  j 

For  vain  were  their  steeds  and  their 
chariots  of  war ! 

3  Daughter   of  Zion  !   the  Power  that 

hath  saved  thee, 

Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  tim- 
brel should  be  : 
Shout !  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  en- 
slaved thee, 

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Lord  of  hosts  !  to  thee  we  raise 
Here  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise  : 
Thou  thy  people's  hearts  prepare, 
Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 

2  Let  the  living  here  be  fed 

With  thy  word,  the  heavenly  bread: 
Here,  in  hope  of  glory  blest, 
May  the  dead  be  laid  to  rest. 

3  Here  to  thee  a  temple  stand, 
While  the  sea  shall  gird  the  land: 
Here  reveal  thy  mercy  sure, 
While  the  sun  and  moon  endure. 

4  Hallelujah  ! — earth  and  sky 
To  the  joyful  sound  reply : 
Hallelujah !  hence  ascend 

Prayer  and  praise  till  time  shall  end. 


MRS.  VOKE. 


•  •  ©  s.  M.  The  Ministry. 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ ! 

His  sovereign  voice  obey  j 
Arise,  and  follow  where  he  leads, 

And  peace  attend  your  way. 

2  The  Master,  whom  you  serve, 
Will  needful  strength  bestow  j 

Depending  on  his  promised  aid, 
With  sacred  courage  go. 

3  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 
And  hell  in  vain  oppose  ; 

The  cause  is  God's — and  will  prevail, 
In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 

1  ■  "  7s,  6s.     Departing  Missionaries,     j.  edmeston. 

Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean  j 

And,  as  thy  billows  flow, 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy 

To  every  land  below. 
Arise,  ye  gales,  and  waft  ihem 

Safe  to  the  destined  shore  ; 
That  man  may  sit  in  darkness, 

And  death's  black  shade  no  more. 

2  O  thou  eternal  Ruler, 
Who  holdest  in  thine  arm 

The  tempests  of  the  ocean, 
Protect  them  from  all  harm  ! 

Thy  presence,  Lord,  be  with  them, 
Wherever  they  may  be  : 

Though  far  from  us,  who  love  them, 
(Still  let  them  be  with  thee, 


•  •   •    c.  M.  Church  Opening.  !.  watts. 

Arise,  0  King  of  grace,  arise, 

And  enter  to  thy  rest ; 
Lo  !  thy  church  waits,  with  longing  eyes, 

Thus  to  be  owned  and  blest. 

2  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 
Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  j 

All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 
Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread ; 

Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 
Let  God's  Anointed  shine ; 

Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

5  Here  let  him  hold  a  lasting  throne, 
And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 

Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  shame  confound  his  foes. 

•  fO  p.m.  i  Pet.  i:  io,  ii.  f.  e.  cox,  tr. 

Wake  !  the  welcome  day  appeareth, 
Every  heart  with  joy  it  cheereth  ! 
Wake  !  the  Lord's  great  year  behold  ; 
That  which  holy  men  of  old, 
Those  who  throng  the  sacred  pages, 
Waited  for  through  countless  ages : 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 

2  Patriarchs  erst  and  priests  aspiring, 
Kings  and  prophets  long  desiring, 
Saw  not  this  before  they  died : — 

Lo  !  the  light  to  them  denied ! 
See  its  beams  to  earth  directed  ! 
Welcome,  O  thou  long-expected  ! 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 

3  In  our  stead  himself  he  offers, 
On  the  accursed  tree  he  suffers, 
That  his  death's  sweet  savor  may 
Take  our  curse  for  aye  away ; 
Cross  and  curse  for  us  enduring, 
Hope  and  heaven  to  us  securing  : 

Hallelujah !  Hallelujah  ! 

4  Rent  the  temple  curtain's  centre  j 
Come,  ye  nations,  freely  enter 
Through  the  vail  the  holy  place  ! 
Freely  stand  before  his  face, 

Here  your  grateful  tributes  bringing  : 
Come  thou  Bride,  for  ever  singing, 
Hallelujah !  Hallelujah ! 


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Work  while  it  is  to-day ! 

This  was  our  Saviour's  rule; 
With  docile  minds  let  us  obey, 

As  learners  in  his  school. 

2  Lord  Christ,  we  humbly  ask 
Of  thee  the  power  and  will, 

With  fear  and  meekness,  every  task 
Of  duty  to  fulfill. 

3  At  home,  by  word  and  deed, 
Adorn  redeeming  grace; 

And  sow  abroad  the  precious  seed 
Of  truth  in  every  place: — 

4  That  thus  the  wilderness 
May  blossom  like  the  rose, 

And  trees  spring  up  of  righteousness, 
Where'er  life's  river  flows. 

5  For  thee  our  all  to  spend, 
Still  may  we  watch  and  pray, 

And,  persevering  to  the  end, 
Work  while  it  is  to-day. 


f  O"  Contribution. 

■  We  give  thee  but  thine  own, 
Whate'er  the  gift  may  be: 
All  that  we  have  is  thine  alone, 
A  trust,  0  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  May  we  thy  bounties  thus 
As  stewards  true  receive, 

And  gladly,  as  thou  blessest  us, 
To  thee  our  first-fruits  give. 


W.  W.  HOW. 


3  To  comfort  and  to  bless, 
To  find  a  balm  for  woe, 

To  tend  the  lone  and  fatherless 
Is  angel's  work  below. 

4  The  captive  to  release, 
To  God  the  lost  to  bring, 

To  teach  the  way  of  life  and  peace — 
It  is  a  Christ-like  thing. 

5  And  we  believe  thy  word, 
Though  dim  our  faith  may  be; 

Whate'er  for  thine  we  do,  0  Lord, 
We  do  it  unto  thee. 

•  O  X  Reform.  s.  c.   brace 

Mourn  for  the  thousands  slain, 
The  youthful  and  the  strong; 

Mourn  for  the  wine-cup's  fearful  reign, 
And  the  deluded  throng. 

2  Mourn  for  the  ruined  soul, — 
Eternal  life  and  light 

Lost  by  the  fiery,  maddening  bowl, 
And  turned  to  hopeless  night. 

3  Mourn  for  the  lost, — but  call, 
Call  to  the  strong,  the  free; 

Rouse  them  to  shun  the  dreadful  fall, 
And  to  the  refuge  flee. 

4  Mourn  for  the  lost, — but  pray, 
Pray  to  our  God  above, 

To  break  the  fell  destroyer's  sway, 
And  show  his  saving  love. 


CHURCH   WORK. 


297 


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FROM  THE  SHAWM. 


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J.   MONTGOMERY. 


Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed, 
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To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed; 
Broad-cast  it  o'er  the  land. 

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In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 

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3  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain; 
Cold,  heat,  the  moist  and  dry, 

Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 

4  Then ,  when  the  glorious  end, 
The  day  of  God  shall  come, 

The  angel-reapers  shall  descend, 
And  heaven  sing  "Harvest  home ! n 


WOEKSONQ.    P.M. 
1st 


LOWELL  MA>SON. 


t  j  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming,  Work  thro'  the  morning  honrs ; )  [the  glowing  snn; 

*•  I  Work.while  the  dew  is  sparkling,  {Omit) j  Work 'raid  springing  flowers;  Work,  when  the  day  grows  brighter,  Work  in 

D.c.Work,for  the  night  is  coming,  {Omit) When  man's  work  is  done. 


"  The  night  comet  h."       a.  l.  walker 


Work,  for  the  night  is  coming; 

Work,  through  the  morning  hours; 
Work,  while  the  dew  is  sparkling; 

Work,  'mid  springing  flowers; 
Work,  when  the  day  grows  brighter, 

Work,  in  the  glowing  sun; 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming,  ■ 

When  man's  work  is  done. 

2  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 
Work  through  the  sunny  noon; 

Fill  brightest  hours  with  labor, 
Rest  comes  sure  and  soon. 


Give  every  flying  minute 
Something  to  keep  in  store: 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 
When  man  works  no  more. 

3  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Under  the  sunset  skies; 
While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing, 

Work,  for  daylight  flies. 
Work  till  the  last  beam  fadeth, 

Fadeth  to  shine  no  more; 
Work  while  the  night  is  darkening, 

When  man's  work  is  o'er. 


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MISSION  SONQ,    8s,  7s.  D. 


P.  P.  VAN  ARSDALB. 


1.  Hark!  thevoiceof  Jesus  calling, — Who  will  go  and  work  to-day?  Fields  are  white,  the  harvest  waiting, 

D.  s.  Who  will  an-swer,  glad-ly    saying,  " 


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"Here    am     I,     O  Lord,  send  me.'' 


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•  3l  "  The  Laborers  are  few.'"       d.  march. 

Hark  !  the  voice  of  Jesus  calling, — 

Who  will  go  and  work  to-day  ? 
Fields  are  white,  the  harvest  waiting,- 

Who  will  bear  the  sheaves  away  ? 
Loud  and  long  the  Master  calleth, 

Rich  reward  he  offers  free; 
Who  will  answer,  gladly  saying, 

"Here  am  I,  O  Lord,  send  me." 

2  If  you  cannot  cross  the  ocean 
And  the  heathen  lands  explore, 

You  can  find  the  heathen  nearer, 
You  can  help  them  at  your  door; 

If  you  cannot  speak  like  angels, 
If  you  cannot  preach  like  Paul, 

You  can  tell  the  love  of  Jesus, 
You  can  say  he  died  for  all. 

3  While  the  souls  of  men  are  dying, 
And  the  Master  calls  for  you, 

Let  none  hear  you  idly  saying, 
"There  is  nothing  I  can  do  !" 

Gladly  take  the  task  he  gives  you, 
Let  his  work  your  pleasure  be; 

Answer  quickly  when  he  calleth, 
"Here  am  I,  O  Lord,  send  me." 

•  Oe>         «  What  thy  handfindethr     e.  h.  gates. 

If  you  cannot  on  the  ocean 
Sail  among  the  swiftest  fleet, 


Rocking  on  the  highest  billows, 
Laughing  at  the  storms  you  meet, 

You  can  stand  among  the  sailors, 
Anchored  yet  within  the  bay, 

You  can  lend  a  hand  to  help  them, 
A  s  they  launch  their  boat  away. 

2  If  you  are  too  weak  to  journey 
Up  the  mountain  steep  and  high, 

You  can  stand  within  the  valley, 
While  the  multitude  go  by; 

You  can  chant  in  happy  measure, 
As  they  slowly  pass  along; 

Though  they  may  forget  the  singer, 
They  will  not  forget  the  song. 

3  If  you  have  not  gold  and  silver 
Ever  ready  to  command; 

If  you  cannot  toward  the  needy 
Reach  an  ever  open  hand, 

You  can  visit  the  afflicted, 
O'er  the  erring  you  can  weep; 

You  can  be  a  true  disciple 
Sitting  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

4  If  you  cannot  in  the  harvest 
Garner  up  the  richest  sheaf, 

Many  a  grain  both  ripe  and  golden 
Will  the  careless  reapers  leave; 

Go  and  glean  among  the  briers, 
Growing  rank  against  the  wall, 

For  it  may  be  that  the  shadow 
Hides  the  heaviest  wheat  of  alL 


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Hail  !  thou  God  of  grace  and  glory! 

Who  thy  name  hast  magnified, 
By  redemption's  wondrous  story, 

By  the  Saviour  crucified; 
Thanks  to  thee  for  every  blessing, 

Flowing  from  the  Fount  of  love; 
Thanks  for  present  good  unceasing, 

And  for  hopes  of  bliss  above. 

2   Hear  us,  as  thus  bending  lowly, 
Near  thy  bright  and  burning  throne; 

"We  invoke  thee,  God  most  holy! 
Through  thy  well-beloved  Son; 


Send  the  baptism  of  thy  Spirit, 

Shed  the  pentecostal  fire; 
Let  us  all  thy  grace  inherit,  • 

Waken,  crown  each  good  desire. 

3  Bind  thy  people,  Lord!  in  union, 

With  the  sevenfold  cord  of  love; 
Breathe  a  spirit  of  communion 

With  the  glorious  hosts  above; 
Let  thy  work  be  seen  progressing; 

Bow  each  heart,  and  bend  each  knee; 
Till  the  world,  thy  truth  possessing, 

Celebrates  its  jubilee. 


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When  the  night  of  sin  shall  vanish, 
And  the  shadows  melt  away. — Cho. 

3  We  are  watching,  we  are  waiting, 
For  the  beauteous  King  of  day: 


From  the  world  shall  roll  away.— Cho.    For  the  chiefest  of  ten-thousand, 
2  We  are  watching,  we  are  waiting,  For  the  Light,  the  Truth,  the  Way.— 

For  the  star  that  brings  the  day;  Cho.' 


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WESTMINSTER.    8s,  7s. 


J.  P.  HOLBROOK. 


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Like  the  eagle,  upward,  onward, 
Let  my  soul  in  faith  be  borne: 

Calmly  gazing,  skyward,  sunward, 
Let  my  eye  unshrinking  turn  I 

2  Where  the  cross,  God's  love  revealing, 

Sets  the  fettered  spirit  free, 
Where  it  sheds  its  wondrous  healing, 

There,  my  soul,  thy  rest  shall  be! 


I  CJ*        "  Leaving  us  an  example."       s.  johnson. 

Onward,  Christian,  though  the  region 
Where  thou  art  be  drear  and  lone; 

God  has  set  a  guardian  legion 
Yery  near  thee ;  press  thou  on. 

2  By  the  thorn-road,  and  none  other, 
Is  the  mount  of  vision  won; 

Tread  it  without  shrinking,  brother; 
Jesus  trod  it;  press  thou  on. 

3  Be  this  world  the  wiser,  stronger, 
For  thy  life  of  pain  and  peace ; 

While  it  needs  thee,  oh,  no  longer 
Pray  thou  for  thy  quick  release. 

4  Pray  thou,  Christian,  daily  rather, 
That  thou  be  a  faithful  son; 

By  the  prayer  of  Jesus,  "Father, 
Not  my  will,  but  thine,  be  done." 

I  Ot/  Courage  and  Faith  anon. 

Father,  hear  the  prayer  we  offer! 

Not  for  ease  that  prayer  shall  be, 
But  for  strength  that  we  may  ever 

Live  our  lives  courageously. 

2  Not  for  ever  by  still  waters 
Would  we  idly  quiet  stay; 

But  would  smite  the  living  fountains 
From  the  rocks  along  our  way. 

3  Be  our  strength  in  hours  of  weakness, 
In  our  wanderings,  be  our  guide; 

Through  endeavor,  failure,  danger, 
Father,  be  thou  at  our  side! 


H.  BONAR. 


3  Oh,  may  I   no  longer,  dreaming, 

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3  Oh,  may  I   no  longer,  drea 

Idly  waste  my  golden  day, 
But,  each  precious  hour  redeeming, 

Upward,  onward,  press  my  way! 

•  */-1-  Psalm  127.  H.  AUBEB 

Vainly,  through  night's  weary  hours, 
Keep  we  watch,  lest  foes  alarm; 

Vain  our  bulwarks,  and  our  towers. 
But  for  God's  protecting  arm. 

2  Tain  were  all  our  toil  and  labor, 
Did  not  God  that  labor  bless; 

Tain,  without  his  grace  and  favor, 
Every  talent  we  possess. 

3  Vainer  still  the  hope  of  heaven, 
That  on  human  strength  relies; 

But  to  him  shall  help  be  given, 
Who  in  humble  faith  applies. 

4  Seek  we,  then,  the  Lord's  Anointed; 
He  will  grant  us  peace  and  rest: 

Ne'er  was  suppliant  disappointed, 

Who  thro'  Christ  his  prayer  addressed. 


CHURCH   WORK. 


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Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters, 

Thinking  not  'tis  thrown  away; 
God  himself  saith,  thou  shalt  gather 

It  again  some  future  day. 
2  Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters; 

Wildly  though  the  billows  roll, 
They  but  aid  thee  as  thou  toilest 

Truth  to  spread  from  pole  to  pole. 


3  As  the  seed  by  billows  floated, 
To  some  distant  island  lone, 

So  to  human  souls  benighted, 
That  thou  flingest  may  be  borne. 

4  Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters; 
Why  wilt  thou  still  doubting  stand? 

Bounteous  shall  God  send  the  harvest, 
If  thou  sow'st  with  liberal  hand. 


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He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping, 

Bearing  precious  seed  in  love, 
Never  tiring,  never  sleeping, 

Findeth  mercy  from  above. 
2  Soft  descend  the  dews  of  heaven, 

Bright  the  rays  celestial  shine; 
Precious  fruits  will  thus  be  given, 

Through  an  influence  all  divine. 


3  Sow  thy  seed,  be  never  weary, 
Let  no  fears  thy  soul  annoy; 

Be  the  prospect  ne'er  so  dreary, 
Thou  shalt  reap  the  fruits  of  joy. 

4  Lo,  the  scene  of  verdure  brightening ! 
See  the  rising  grain  appear; 

Look  again  !  the  fields  are  whitening, 
For  the  harvest  time  is  near. 


CHURCH  WORK, 


EEMSEN,    CM. 


J.  P,  HOLBROOK. 


1.  Father  of  mercies !  send  thy  grace,  All  powerful  from  above,  To  form,  in  onr  o  -  bedient  sonls,  The  image  of  thj  love. 


■  vTL  uSe  Jesus  looked."  p.  doddridgb. 

Father  of  mercies  !  send  thy  grace, 

All  powerful  from  above, 
To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 

The  image  of  thy  love. 

2  Oh,  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 
The  generous  pleasure  know, 

Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  woe ! 

3  When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief 
In  low  distress  are  laid, 

Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

4  So  Jesus  looked  on  dying  men, 
When  throned  above  the  skies; 

And  mid  the  embraces  of  his  God, 
He  felt  compassion  rise. 

5  On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew, 
To  raise  us  from  the  ground, 

And  made  the  richest  of  his  blood 
A  balm  for  every  wound. 


God's  hidden  ones. 


W.   CROSWELL. 


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Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went, 

By  lane  and  cell  obscure, 
And  let  love's  treasures  still  be  spent, 

Like  his,  upon  the  poor. 

2  Like  him,  through  scenes  of  deep  distress, 
Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 

We,  in  their  crowded  loneliness, 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 

3  For  thou  hast  placed  us  side  by  side 
In  this  wide  world  of  ill; 

And  that  thy  followers  may  be  tried, 
The  poor  are  with  us  still. 

4  Mean  are  all  offerings  we  can  make; 
Yet  thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord, 

If  given  for  the  Saviour's  sake, 
They  lose  not  their  reward. 


•  «/VF  Minute  fidelity.  anon. 

Scorn  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed, 

Nor  deem  it  void  of  power; 
There 's  fruit  in  each  wind-wafted  seed, 

That  waits  its  natal  hour. 

2  A  whispered  word  may  touch  the  heart, 
And  call  it  back  to  life; 

A  look  of  love  bid  sin  depart, 
And  still  unholy  strife. 

3  No  act  falls  fruitless;  none  can  tell 
How  vast  its  power  may  be, 

Nor  what  results  infolded  dwell 
Within  it  silently. 

4  Work  on,  despair  not,  bring  thy  mite, 
Nor  care  how  small  it  be; 

God  is  with  all  that  serve  the  right, 
The  holy,  true,  and  free. 

■  V  •  Psalm  41.  A.  L.  BARBAULD. 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart 

Feels  all  another's  pain ; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 

Was  never  raised  in  vain: — 

2  Whose  breast   expands  with   generous 
A  stranger's  woes  to  feel;  [warmth 

And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

3  He  spreads  his  kind  supporting  arms 
To  every  child  of  grief; 

His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  brings  unasked  relief. 

4  To  gentle  offices  of  love 
His  feet  are  never  slow: 

He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

5  Peace  from  the  bosom  of  his  God, 
The  Saviour's  grace  shall  give; 

And,  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne, 
His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 


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Oh,  still  in  accents  sweet  and  strong 
Sounds  forth  the  ancient  word, — 

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More  laborers  for  the  Lord  ! n 

2  We  hear  the  call ;  in  dreams  no  more 
In  selfish  ease  we  lie, 

But,  girded  for  our  Father's  work, 
Go  forth  beneath  his  sky. 

3  Where  prophets'  word, and  martyrs'  blood, 
And  prayers  of  saints  were  sowu, 

We,  to  their  labors  entering  in, 

Would  reap  where  they  have  strown. 

4  &  </  The  Martyr-spirit.  R.  heber. 

The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war, 

A  kingly  crown  to  gain ; 
His  blood-red  banner  streams  afar: 

Who  follows  in  his  train  ? 

2  Who  best  can  drink  his  cup  of  woe, 

And  triumph  over  pain, 
Who  patient  bear  his  cross  below — 

He  follows  in  his  train. 


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Think  gently  of  the  erring  one  ! 

And  let  us  not  forget, 
However  darkly  stained  by  sin, 

He  is  our  brother  yet. 

2  Heir  of  the  same  inheritance, 
Child  of  the  self-same  God; 

He  hath  but  stumbled  in  the  path, 
We  have  in  weakness  trod. 

3  Forget  not  thou  hast  often  sinned, 
And  sinful  yet  must  be: 

Deal  gently  with  the  erring  one, 
As  God  has  dealt  with  thee. 


FLETCHER. 


P.  DODDRIDGB. 


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Ovx  Beneficence. 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace  ! 

Thy  bounties  how  complete  ! 
How  shall  we  count  the  matchless  sum ! 

How  pay  the  mighty  debt ! 

2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 

Dost  thou  exalted  shine; 
What  can  our  poverty  bestow, 

When  all  the  worlds  are  thine? 


3  A  glorious  band,  the  chosen  few,  3  But  thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 
On  whom  the  Spirit  came:  The  partners  of  thy  grace; 

Twelve  valiant  saints,  their  hope  they  knew,  And  wilt  confess  their  humble  names, 

And  mocked  the  cross  and  flame.  Before  thy  Father's  face. 

4  They  climbed  the  dizzy  steep  to  heaven  4  In  them  thou  mayst  be  clothed  and  fed, 
Through  peril,  toil,  and  pain:  And  visited  and  cheered; 

O  God  !  to  us  may  grace  be  given  And  in  their  accents  of  distress, 

To  follow  in  their  train !  Our  Saviour's  voice  is  heard. 


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It  may  not  be  our  lot  to  wield 
The  sickle  in  the  ripened  field ; 
Nor  ours  to  hear,  on  summer  eves, 
The  reaper's  song  among  the  sheaves. 

2  Yet  ours  the  grateful  service  whence 
Comes,  day  by  day,  the  recompense; 
The  hope,  the  trust,  the  purpose  stayed, 
The  fountain,  and  the  noonday  shade. 


3  And  were  this  life  the  utmost  span, 
The  only  end  aud  aim  of  man, 
Better  the  toil  of  fields  like  these 
Than  waking  dream  and  slothful  ease. 

4  But  life,  though  falling  like  our  grain, 
Like  that  revives  and  springs  again; 
And,  early  called,  how  blest  are  they 
Who  wait, in  heaven,  their  harvest  day  ! 


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"Take  up  thy  cross,"  the  Saviour  said, 

"  If  thou  wouldst  my  disciple  be; 
Deny  thyself,  the  world  forsake, 

And  humbly  follow  after  me." 
2  Take  up  thy  cross;  let  not  its  weight 

Fill  thy  weak  spirit  with  alarm ; 
His  strength  shall  bear  thy  spirit  up, 

And  brace  thy  heart  and  nerve  thine  arm. 


3  Take  up  thy  cross,  nor  heed  the  shame; 
Nor  let  thy  foolish  pride  rebel; 

Thy  Lord  for  thee  the  cross  endured, 
To  save  thy  soul  from  death  and  hell. 

4  Take  up  thy  cross,  and  follow  Christ; 
Nor  think  till  death  to  lay  it  down; 

For  only  he  who  bears  the  cross 

May  hope  to  wear  the  glorious  crown. 


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Go,  labor  on,  while  it  is  day; 

The  world's  dark  night  is  hastening  on ; 
Speed,  speed  thy  work, — cast  sloth  away  ! 

It  is  not  thus  that  souls  are  won. 

2  Men  die  in  darkness  at  your  side, 
Without  a  hope  to  cheer  the  tomb: 

Take  up  the  torch  and  wave  it  wide — 
The  torch  that  lights  time's  thickest  gloom. 

3  Toil  on, — faint  not ;  keep  watch  and  pray  ! 
Be  wise  the  erring  soul  to  win; 

Go  forth  into  the  world's  highway; 
Compel  the  wanderer  to  come  in. 

4  Go,  labor  on:  your  hands  are  weak; 
Your  knees  are  faint,  your  soul  cast  down ; 

Yet  falter  not ;  the  prize  you  seek 
Is  near, — a  kingdom  and  a  crown  ! 

OVtF  Forbearance.  j.  rippon. 

Oh,  what  stupendous  mercy  shines 
Around  the  majesty  of  heaven? 

Rebels  he  deigns  to  call  his  sons — 

Their  souls  renewed,  their  sins  forgiven. 

2  Go,  imitate  the  grace  divine — 
The  grace  that  blazes  like  the  sun ; 

Hold  forth  your  fair,  though  feeble  light, 
Through  all  your  lives  let  mercy  run. 

3  When  all  is  done,  renounce  your  deeds, 
Renounce  self-righteousness  with  scorn: 

Thus  will  you  glorify  your  God, 

And  thus  the  Christian  name  adorn. 


Ovfvf  Faith  and  Works.       w.  h.  drcaimond. 

One  cup  of  healing  oil  and  wine, 
One  offering  laid  on  mercy's  shrine, 
Is  thrice  more  grateful,  Lord,  to  thee, 
Than  lifted  eye  or  bended  knee. 

2  In  true  and  inward  faith  we  trace 
The  source  of  every  outward  grace; 
Within  the  pious  heart  it  plays, 

A  living  fount  of  joy  and  praise. 

3  Kind  deeds  of  peace  and  loye  betray 
Where'er  the  stream  has  found  its  way; 
But,  where  these  spring  not  rich  and  fair, 
The  stream  has  never  wandered  there. 


T.  GIBBONS. 


oU7  Liberality. 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day, 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
That  spread  salvation  through  our  race? 

2  Teach  us,  0  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue; 
Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 

3  That  man  may  last,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives; 
Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can  thank, 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank  ! 

4  But  he  who  marks,  from  day  to  day, 
In  generous  acts  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod, 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 


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LOWELL  MASON,  atT. 


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OVfO  Genesis  28:  19-22 

O  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 

Thy  people  still  are  fed ; 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 

Hast  all  our  fathers  led  ! 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 
Before  thy  throne  of  grace ; 

God  of  our  fathers  !  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 
Our  wandering  footsteps  guide; 

Give  us,  each  day,  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

4  Oh,  spread  thy  covering  wings  around 
Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 

And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode, 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 


5  Such  blessings  from  thy  gracious  hand 

Our  humble  prayers  implore; 
And  thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God, 

Our  portion  evermore. 

0"t7  Christ  receiving  children.       p.  doddridge. 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands, 

With  all  engaging  charms  ! 
Hark  !  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 

And  folds  them  in  his  arms ! 

2  "Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 
"Nor  scorn  their  humble  name; 

For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 
And  yield  them  up  to  thee; 

Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, — 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 


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I.  B.  WOODBURY. 


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By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

How  fair  the  lily  grows ! 
How  sweet  the  breath  beneath  the  hill 

Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo  !  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 
The  paths  of  peace  have  trod ; 

Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
The  lily  must  decay; 

The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fade  away, 


4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 
Of  man's  maturer  age 

May  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

5  0  thou,  whose  infant  feet  were  found 
Within  thy  Father's  shrine, 

Whose  years,  with  changeless  virtue  crowned, 
Were  all  alike  divine  ! 

6  Dependent  on  thy  bounteous  breath, 
We  seek  thy  grace  alone 

In  childhood,  manhood,  age  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 


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LOWELL  MASON. 


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Great  God,  now  condescend 

To  bless  our  risiug  race; 
Soon  may  their  willing  spirits  bend, 

The  subjects  of  thy  grace. 

2  Oh,  what  a  pure  delight 
Their  happiness  to  see; 

Our  warmest  wishes  all  unite, 
To  lead  their  souls  to  thee. 

3  Xow  bless,  thou  God  of  love, 
This  ordinance  divine; 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 
And  make  these  children  thine. 

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The  Saviour  kindly  calls 

Our  children  to  his  breast; 
He  folds  them  in  his  gracious  arms, 

Himself  declares  them  blest. 

2  "Let  them  approach,"  he  cries, 
"Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim; 

The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these, 
For  such  as  these  I  came." 

3  With  joy  we  bring  them,  Lord, 
Devoting  them  to  thee, 

Imploring,  that,  as  we  are  thine, 
Thine  may  our  offspring  be. 

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This  child  we  dedicate  to  thee, 

0  God  of  grace  and  purity  ! 

Shield  it  from  sin  and  threatening  wrong, 

Aud  let  thy  love  its  life  prolong. 

2  Oh,  may  thy  Spirit  gently  draw 
Its  willing  soul  to  keep  thy  law; 
May  virtue,  piety,  and  truth, 
Dawn  even  with  its  dawning  youth. 

3  We  too,  before  thy  gracious  sight, 
Once  shared  the  blest  baptismal  rite, 
And  would  renew  its  solemn  vow 
With  love,  and  thanks,  and  praises,  now. 

4  Grant  that,  with  true  and  faithful  heart, 
We  still  may  act  the  Christian's  part, 
Cheered  by  each  promise  thou  hast  given, 
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Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should  stray 
From  thy  secure  enclosure's  bound, 

And,  lured  by  worldly  joys  away, 

Among  the  thoughtless  crowd  be  found ; — 

2  Remember  still  that  they  are  thine, 
That  thy  dear  sacred  name  they  bear; 

Think  that  the  seal  of  love  divine, 
The  sign  of  covenant  grace  they  wear. 

3  In  all  their  erring,  sinful  years, 
Oh,  let  them  ne'er  forgotten  be; 

Remember  all  the  prayers  aud  tears 
Which  made  them  consecrate  to  thee. 

4  And  when  these  lips  no  more  can  pray, 
These  eyes  can  weep  for  them  no  more, 

Turn  thou  their  feet  from  folly's  way; 
The  wanderers  to  thy  fold  restore. 


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Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us: 

Much  we  need  thy  tender  care; 
In  thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us, 

For  our  use  thy  fold  prepare: 
We  are  thine:  do  thou  befriend  us, 

Be  the  guardian  of  our  way; 
Keep  thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us, 

Seek  us  when  we  go  astray. 

2  Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 

Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be; 
Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 

Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free: 
Early  let  us  seek  thy  favor, 

Early  help  us  do  thy  will; 
Holy  Lord,  our  only  Saviour  ! 

With  thy  grace  our  bosom  fill. 

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Saviour  King,  in  hallowed  union, 

At  thy  sacred  feet  we  bow; 
Heart  with  heart,  in  blest  communion, 

Join  to  crave  thy  favor  now  ! 
Though  celestial  choirs  adore  thee, 

Let  our  prayer  as  incense  rise; 
And  our  praise  be  set  before  thee, 

Sweet  as  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Heavenly  Fount,  thy  streams  of  blessing, 
Oft  have  cheered  us  on  our  way; 

By  thy  power  and  grace  unceasing, 
We  continue  to  this  day: 


Raise  we  then  with  glad  emotion 
Thankful  lays:  and  while  we  sing, 

Vow  a  pure,  a  full  devotion 
To  thy  work,  0  Saviour  King  I 

3  When  we  tell  the  wondrous  story 

Of  thy  rich,  exhaustless  love, 
Send  thy  Spirit,  Lord  of  glory, 

On  the  youthful  heart  to  move ! 
Oh,  that  he,  the  ever-living, 

May  descend,  as  fruitful  rain; 
Till  the  wilderness,  reviving, 

Blossoms  as  the  rose  again ! 


These  little  ones."    w.  a.  muhlenberg. 


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Saviour  !  who  thy  flock  art  feeding 

With  the  shepherd's  kindest  care, 
All  the  feeble  gently  leading, 

While  the  lambs  thy  bosom  share; 
Now,  these  little  ones  receiving, 

Fold  them  in  thy  gracious  arm; 
There,  we  know,  thy  word  believing, 

Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 

2  Never,  from  thy  pasture  roving, 

Let  them  be  the  lion's  prey; 
Let  thy  tenderness,  so  loving, 

Keep  them  all  life's  dangerous  way: 
Then,  within  thy  fold  eternal, 

Let  them  find  a  resting-place, 
Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 

Drink  the  rivers  of  thy  grace. 


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2  Here  I'll  raise  mine  Eben-ezer; 
Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come; 

And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God;  • 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

3  Oh,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 
Daily  I  'm  constrained  to  be  ! 

Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee; 

Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it; 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love; 

Here's  my  heart;  oh,  take  and  seal  it; 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 


NAUFOKD.   P.M. 


A.  S.  SULLIVAN. 


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We  keep  the  memory  adored, 
And  show  the  death  of  our  dear  Lord, 
Until  he  come. 

2  His  body  broken  in  our  stead 
Is  here,  in  this  memorial  bread; 
And  so  our  feeble  love  is  fed, 

Until  he  come. 

3  His  fearful  drops  of  agony, 
His  life-blood  shed  for  us  we  see: 
The  wine  shall  tell  the  mystery, 

Until  he  come. 


4  And  thus  that  dark  betrayal  night, 
With  the  last  advent  we  unite — 
The  shame,  the  glory,  by  this  rite, 

Until  he  come. 

5  Until  the  trump  of  God  be  heard, 
Until  the  ancient  graves  be  stirred, 
And  with  the  great  commanding  word, 

The  Lord  shall  come. 

6  Oh,  blessdd  hope  !  with  this  elate, 
Let  not  our  hearts  be  desolate, 

But,  strong  in  faith,  in  patience  wait, 
Until  he  come ! 


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In  earth  and  heaven  are  one. 
One  family— we  dwell  in  him — 

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2  One  army  of  the  living  God, 
To  his  command  we  bow; 

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3  Ev'n  now,  by  faith,  we  join  our  hands 
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Lord  Jesus!  be  our  constant  guide: 

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But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God; 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 

And  speak  his  love  abroad. 

2  Behold  the  innumerable  host 
Of  angels  clothed  in  light; 

Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just, 
Whose  faith  is  turned  to  sight! 

Behold  the  blest  assembly  there, 
Whose  names  are  writ  in  heaven ! 

And  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declare 
Their  vilest  sins  forgiven. 

3  The  saints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 
But  one  communion  make; 

All  join  in  Christ,  their  living  Head, 

And  of  his  grace  partake. 
In  such  society  as  this 

My  weary  soul  would  rest; 
The  man  that  dwells  where  Jesus  is, 

Must  be  for  ever  blest. 


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RAY  PALMER. 


Lord,  thou  on  earth  didst  love  thine  own, 

Didst  love  them  to  the  end; 
Oh,  still  from  thy  celestial  throne, 

Let  gifts  of  love  descend. 

2  The  love  the  Father  bears  to  thee, 
His  own  eternal  Son, 

Fill  all  thy  saints,  till  all  shall  be 
In  pure  affection  one. 

3  As  thou  for  us  didst  stoop  so  low, 
Warmed  by  love's  holy  flame, 

So  let  our  deeds  of  kindness  flow 
To  all  that  bear  thy  name. 

4  One  blessed  fellowship  of  love, 
Thy  living  church  should  stand, 

Till,  faultless,  she  at  last  above 
Shall  shine  at  thy  right  hand. 

5  Oh,  glorious  day,  when  she,  the  Bride, 
With  her  dear  Lord  appears ! 

Then,  robed  in  beauty  at  his  side, 
She  shall  forget  her  tears ! 


c,r*'J  i  John  4  :  21.  j.  swain. 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 
When  those  who  love  the  Lord 

In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfill  his  word  ! 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 
And  with  him  bear  a  part ! 

When  sorrow  flows  from  every  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart  \ 

3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 
Our  wishes  all  above, 

Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love  ! 

4  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 
Through  every  bosom  flow; 

And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem 
In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 
The  happy  souls  above; 

And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 


W.  H.  HAVERGAL.  aTT. 


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BOYLSTON.    S.  M. 


LOWELL  MASON. 


1.  Blest  be  the  tie    that  binds  Our  hearts  in  Christian  love:  The  fellow-ship  of  kindred  minds  Is    like  to  that    a  -  bove. 
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0£:i:  "Christian  Love." 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love: 

The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 


2  Before  our  Father's  throne 
We  pour  our  ardent  prayers; 

Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 
Our  mutual  burdens  bear; 

And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

WOOD.    S.  M. 


4  When  we  asunder  part, 
It  gives  us  inward  pain; 

But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 
Our  courage  by  the  way; 

While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
And  sin,  we  shall  be  free, 

And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 


D.  E.  JONES. 

1.  Je  -  sus,  we  look  to    thee,  Thy  promised  presence  claim;  Thou  in  the- midst  of  us  shalt  be,  As  -  sembled  in  thy  name, 


C.  WESLEY. 


O  «  O  Christ 's  Presence. 

Jesus,  we  look  to  thee, 

Thy  promised  presence  claim; 

Thou  in  the  midst  of  us  shalt  be, 
Assembled  in  thy  name. 

2  Not  in  the  name  of  pride 
Or  selfishness  we  meet; 

From  nature's  paths  we  turn  aside, 
And  worldly  thoughts  forget. 

3  We  meet  the  grace  to  take, 
Which  thou  hast  freely  given; 

We  meet  on  earth  for  thy  dear  sake, 
That  we  may  meet  in  heaven. 

4  Present  we  know  thou  art, 
But,  oh,  thyself  reveal! 

Now,  Lord,  let  every  bounding  heart 
Thy  mighty  comfort  feel. 


B.  BEDDOME. 


5  Oh,  may  thy  quickening  voice 

The  death  of  sin  remove; 
And  bid  our  inmost  souls  rejoice, 

In  hope  of  perfect  love. 

C**"  Christian  Union. 

Let  party  names  no  more 

The  Christian  world  o'erspread; 

Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ  their  head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth, 
Let  mutual  love  be  found;1 

Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crowned. 

3  Thus  will  the  church  below 
Resemble  that  above; 

Wrhere  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 


CHURCH   FELLOWSHIP. 


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1.  Dear  Sariour !  we     are  thine,  By  ev-er  -  iast-ing  bands ;  Oar  hearts,  our  souls,  we  would  resign  En-tire-Iy    to      thy  hands. 


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P.  DODDRIDGE. 


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Dear  Saviour  !  we  are  thine, 

By  everlasting  bands; 
Our  hearts,  our  souls,  we  would  resign 

Entirely  to  thy  hands. 

2  To  thee  we  still  would  cleave 
With  ever-growing  zeal; 

If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave, 
Oh,  let  them  ne'er  prevail ! 

3  Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 

Our  souls  to  thee,  our  Head; 

Shall  form  in  us  thine  image  bright, 

And  teach  thy  paths  to  tread. 

4  Death  may  our  souls  divide 
From  these  abodes  of  clay ; 

But  love  shall  keep  us  near  thy  side, 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 
Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear? 

If  he  in  heaven  has  fixed  his  throne, 
He'll  fix  his  members  there. 


A.  R.  WOLFE. 


0£0  At  closing. 

A  parting  hymn  we  sing, 
Around  thy  table,  Lord; 

Again  our  grateful  tribute  bring, 
Our  solemn  vows  record. 

2  Here  have  we  seen  thy  face, 
And  felt  thy  presence  here; 

So  may  the  savor  of  thy  grace 
In  word  and  life  appear. 

3  The  purchase  of  thy  blood — 
By  sin  no  longer  led — 

The  path  our  dear  Redeemer  trod 
May  we  rejoicing  tread. 

4  In  self-forgetting  love 

Be  our  communion  shown, 
Until  we  join  the  church  above, 
And  know  as  we  are  known. 


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O-wtr  The  invitation.  I.  watts. 

Jesus  invites  his  saints 
To  meet  around  his  board; 

Here  pardoned  rebels  sit  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  This  holy  bread  and  wine 
Maintains  our  fainting  breath, 

By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  interest  in  his  death. 

3  Our  heavenly  Father  calls 
Christ  and  his  members  one; 

We,  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
And  he,  the  first-born  Son. 

4  Let  all  our  powers  be  joined, 
His  glorious  name  to  raise; 

Pleasure  and  love  fill  every  mind 
And  every  voice  be  praise. 

5  To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  glory  be, 

As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  remain 
Through  all  eternity ! 

Od\J  Great  wishes.  c.  wesley. 

Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope, 

On  thee  I  cast  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  thou  hear'st  my  prayer. 

2  I  want  a  sober  mind, 
A  self-renouncing  will, 

That  tramples  down,  and  casts  behind 
The  lures  of  pleasing  ill; — 

3  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick-discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near, 
And  sees  the  tempter  fly; — 

4  A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  armed  with  jealous  care, 
For  ever  standing  on  its  guard, 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 


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At  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we  sing 
Praise  to  our  victorious  King, 
Who  hath  washed  us  iu  the  tide, 
Flowing  from  his  wounded  side. 

2  Where  the  Paschal  blood  is  poured, 
Death's  dark  angel  sheathes  his  sword; 
Israel's  hosts  triumphant  go 
Through  the  wave  that  drowns  the  foe. 

3  Christ,  our  Paschal  Lamb,  is  slain, 
Holy  victim,  without  stain; 

Death  and  hell  defeated  lie, 
Heaven  unfolds  its  gates  on  high. 

4  Hymns  of  glory  and  of  praise, 
Father,  unto  thee  we  raise; 
Risen  Lord,  all  praise  to  thee, 
With  the  Spirit  ever  be. 

00&  "  This  is  my  Body."  J.  conder. 

Bread  of  heaven  !  on  thee  we  feed, 
For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed: 
Ever  let  our  souls  be  fed 
With  this  true  and  living  bread ! 

2  Vine  of  heaven  !  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice: 

Lord  !  thy  wounds  our  healing  give, 
To  thy  cross  we  look  and  live. 

3  Day  by  day,  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  him  who  died : 
Lord  of  life  !  oh,  let  us  be, 

Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  thee ! 


OOO  Wounded/or  us.  anoi 

Jesus,  Master  !  hear  me  now, 
While  I  would  renew  my  vow, 
And  record  thy  dying  love; 
Hear,  and  help  me  from  above. 

2  Feed  me,  Saviour,  with  this  bread, 
Broken  in  thy  body's  stead; 

Cheer  my  spirit  with  this  wine, 
Streaming  like  that  blood  of  thine. 

3  And  as  now  I  eat  and  drink, 
Let  me  truly,  sweetly  think, 
Thou  didst  hang  upon  the  tree, 
Broken,  bleeding,  there — for  me  ! 


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Thine  for  ever  !  God  of  love, 
Hear  us  from  thy  throne  above  1 
Thine  for  ever  may  we  be, 
Here  and  in  eternity  ! 

2  Thine  for  ever  !  oh,  how  blest 
They  who  find  in  thee  their  rest ! 
Saviour,  Guardian,  heavenly  Friend, 
Oh,  defend  us  to  the  end  I 

3  Thine  for  ever !  Saviour  keep 
These  thy  frail  and  trembling  sheep; 
Safe  alone  beneath  thy  care, 

Let  us  all  thy  goodness  share. 

4  Thine  for  ever !  thou  our  Guide, — 
All  our  wants  by  thee  supplied, — 
All  our  sins  by  thee  forgiven, — 
Lead  us,  Lord,  from  earth  to  heaven ! 


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When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 
God  descend,  in  majesty, 
To  proclaim  his  holy  law, 
All  my  Spirit  sinks  with  awe. 

2  When,  in  ecstasy  sublime, 
Tabor's  glorious  steep  I  climb, 
At  the  too  transporting  light, 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight: 

3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 
God,  in  flesh  made  manifest, 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 

4  Here  I  would  for  ever  stay, 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away; 
Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me, 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary  1 

OOU  " Lovest  thou  me?"  w.  cowper. 

Hark  !  my  soul  I  it  is  the  Lord; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour — hear  his  word; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee, 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ? 

2  "I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 
And  when  bleeding,  healed  thy  wound: 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

PLETEL'S  HYMN.    7s. 


4  "Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above; 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath — 
Free  and  faithful — strong  as  death. 

5  "Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  ! 
Say,  poor  sinner  !  lovest  thou  me?" 

6  Lord !  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore; — 
Oh,  for  grace  to  love  thee  more. 


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'  Thy  people  shall  be  my  people."  j.  Montgomery. 

People  of  the  living  God, 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 

Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 

2  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns — 
Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest; 

Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
Oh,  receive  me  into  rest ! 

3  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave: 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave; — 

4  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 
Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine; 

Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 
Every  idol  I  resign. 


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OOO  "  F/a  cruris,  via  lucis, 

Oh,  what,  if  we  are  Christ's, 

Is  earthly  shame  or  loss  ? 
Bright  shall  the  crown  of  glory  be, 

When  we  have  borne  the  cross. 

2  Keen  was  the  trial  once, 
Bitter  the  cup  of  woe, 

When  martyred  saints,  baptized  in  blood, 
Christ's  sufferings  shared  below. 

3  Bright  is  their  glory  now, 
Boundless  their  joy  above, 

Where,  on  the  bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  in  perfect  love. 

4  Lord,  may  that  grace  be  ours  ! 
Like  them  in  faith  to  bear 

All  that  of  sorrow,  grief,  or  pain, 
May  be  our  portion  here  I 

5  Enough,  if  thou  at  last 
The  word  of  blessing  give, 

And  let  us  rest  beneath  thy  feet, 
Where  saints  and  angels  live ! 

OOtf  «'  I  can  do  all  things. ,*»  e.  osler. 

O  Saviour,  who  didst  come 

By  water  and  by  blood; 
Confessed  on  earth,  adored  in  heaven, 

Eternal  Son  of  God ! 

2  Jesus,  our  life  and  hope, 

To  endless  years  the  same; 
We  plead  thy  gracious  promises; 

And  rest  upon  thy  name. 


3  By  faith  in  thee  we  live, 
By  faith  in  thee  we  stand, 

By  thee  we  vanquish  sin  and  death, 
And  gain  the  heavenly  land. 

4  O  Lord,  increase  our  faith; 
Our  fearful  spirits  calm ; 

Sustain  us  through  this  mortal  strife, 
Then  give  the  victor's  palm  ! 

^*v  "  I  have  peace."  h.  BONAR. 

I  hear  the  words  of  love, 
I  gaze  upon  the  blood, 

1  see  the  mighty  sacrifice, 
And  I  have  peace  with  God. 

2  'Tis  everlasting  peace, 
Sure  as  Jehovah's  name; 

'Tis  stable  as  his  steadfast  throne, 
For  evermore  the  same. 

3  The  clouds  may  go  and, come, 
And  storms  may  sweep  my  sky; 

This  blood-sealed  friendship  changes  not, 
The  cross  is  ever  nigh. 

4  I  change — he  changes  not; 
The  Christ  can  never  die; 

His  love,  not  mine,  the  resting-place; 
His  truth,  not  mine,  the  tie. 

5  My  love  is  ofttimes  low, 
My  joy  still  ebbs  and  flows; 

But  peace  with  him  remains  the  same, 
No  change  Jehovah  knows. 


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But  not  a  resting-place  above 
The  cheerless  waters  found; — 

2  Oh,  cease,  my  wandering  soul, 
On  restless  wing  to  roam; 

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Hath  not  for  thee  a  home. 

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There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest; 

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Blest  feast  of  love  divine ! 

'Tis  grace  that  makes  us  free 
To  feed  upon  this  bread  and  wine, 

In  memory,  Lord,  of  thee. 

2  That  blood  which  flowed  for  sin, 
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That  we  are  loved  of  thee. 

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OiO        Christ,  our  Righteousness,     c.  wesley,  alt. 

For  ever  here  my  rest ! 

Close  to  thy  bleeding  side; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea — 

For  me  the  Saviour  died. 

2  My  Saviour,  and  my  God  ! 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin  ! 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood ! 

Aud  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

Ottj:  "The  banqueting  house."        c.  wesley. 

Jesus,  we  thus  obey 

Thy  last  and  kindest  word, 
And  in  thine  own  appointed  way 

We  come  to  meet  thee,  Lord ! 

2  Thus  we  remember  thee, 
And  take  this  bread  and  wine 

As  thine  own  dying  legacy, 
And  our  redemption's  sign. 

3  Thy  presence  makes  the  feast; 
Now  let  our  spirits  feel 

The  glory  not  to  be  expressed, — • 
The  joy  unspeakable ! 

4  With  high  and  heavenly  bliss 
Thou  dost  our  spirits  cheer; 

Thy  house  of  banqueting  is  this, 
And  thou  hast  brought  us  here. 

5  Now  let  our  souls  be  fed 
With  manna  from  above, 

And  over  us  thy  banner  spread 
Of  everlasting  love. 


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MALVEEK.    L.  M. 


LOWELL  MASON. 


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Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betrayed  him  to  his  foes. 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blessed,  and  brake ; 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake  1 

3  "  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin; 
Receive  and  eat  the  living  food:  " 

Then  took  the  cup,  and  blessed  the  wine; 
'"Tis  the  new  covenant,  in  my  blood." 

4  "Do  this,"  he  cried,  "till  time  shall  end, 
In  memory  of  your  dying  Friend; 

Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 
The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

5  Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate; 

We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name, 


WINDHAM.    L.  M, 


Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

0 tfclJ  'fhe  Institution.  i.  watts. 

At  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord, 
Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feast; 

Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  the  board, 
And  thine  own  flesh  feeds  every  guest. 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 
And  trusts  for  life  in  One  that  died; 

We  hope  for  heavenly  crowns  above 
From  a  Redeemer  crucified. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  shame. 
And  fling  their  scandals  on  the  cause; 

We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  cross. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 
He  that  was  dead  has  left  his  tomb; 

He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 

DANIEL  READ. 


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Jesus  is  gone  above  the  skies, 

Where  our  weak  senses  reach  him  not; 
And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 

To  thrust  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wandering  hearts  we  have, 
Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face; 

And,  to  refresh  our  minds,  he  gave 
These  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

3  Let  sinful  sweets  be  all  forgot, 
And  earth  grow  less  in  our  esteem; 

Christ  and  his  love  fill  every  thought; 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fixed  on  him. 

4  While  he  is  absent  from  our  sight, 
'Tis  to  prepare  our  souls  a  place, 

That  we  may  dwell  in  heavenly  light, 
And  live  for  ever  near  his  face. 

OttO  "We  would  see  Jesus."  i.  watts. 

Here  let  us  see  thy  face,  0  Lord, 
And  view  salvation  with  our  eyes, 

And  taste  and  feel  the  living  Word, 
The  Bread  descending  from  the  skies. 

2  Thou  hast  prepared  this  dying  Lamb, 
Hast  set  his  blood  before  our  face, 

To  teach  the  terrors  of  thy  name, 
And  show  the  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

3  Jesus,  our  Light !  our  Morning-star  I 
Shine  thou  on  nations  yet  unknown; 

The  glory  of  thy  people  here, 

And  joy  of  spirits  near  thy  throne. 


O^itr  Feeding  on  Christ.        j.  Montgomery. 

I  feed  by  faith  on  Christ;  my  bread, 
His  body  broken  on  the  tree; 

1  live  in  him,  my  living  Head, 
Who  died,  and  rose  again  for  me. 

2  This  be  my  joy  and  comfort  here, 
This  pledge  of  future  glory  mine: 

Jesus,  in  spirit  now  appear, 

And  break  the  bread,  and  pour  the  wine. 

3  From  thy  dear  hand,  may  I  receive 
The  tokens  of  thy  dying  love, 

And,  while  I  feast  on  earth,  believe 
That  I  shall  feast  with  thee  above. 

Oil"  "Eat,  O  friends."         a.  r.  wolfe. 

Draw  near,  O  Holy  Dove,  draw  near, 
With  peace  and  gladness  on  thy  wing; 

Reveal  the  Saviour's  presence  here, 
And  light,  and  life,  and  comfort  bring. 

2  "Eat,  O  my  friends — drink,  O  beloved  I n 
We  hear  the  Master's  voice  exclaim: 

Our  hearts  with  new  desire  are  moved, 
And  kindled  with  a  heavenly  flame. 

3  No  room  for  doubt,  no  room  for  dread. 
Nor  tears,  nor  groans,  nor  anxious  sighs; 

We  do  not  mourn  a  Saviour  dead, 
But  hail  him  living  in  the  skies  I 

4  While  this  we  do,  remembering  thee, 
Dear  Saviour,  let  our  graces  prove 

We  have  thy  blessed  company, 
Thy  banner  over  ns  is  love. 


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My  God,  and  is  thy  table  spread, 
And  doth  thy  cup  with  love  o'erflow? 

Thither  be  all  thy  children  led, 

And  let  them  all  its  sweetness  know. 

2  Hail,  sacred  Feast,  which  Jesus  makes, 
Rich  banquet  of  his  flesh  and  blood ! 

Thrice  happy  he,  who  here  partakes 
That  sacred  stream,  that  heavenly  food. 

3  Oh,  let  thy  table  honored  be, 

And  furnished  well  with  joyous  guests; 
And  may  each  soul  salvation  see, 
That  here  its  sacred  pledges  tastes. 

4  To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore, 

From  men,  and  from  the  angel-host, 
Be  praise  and  glory  evermore  I 


Our  exalted  Lord." 


A.   STEELE. 


852 

To  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord, 
That  name  in  heaven  and  earth  adored, 
Fain  would  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
A  cheerful  song  of  sacred  praise. 

2  But  all  the  notes  which  mortals  know, 
Are  weak,  and  languishing,  and  low; 
Far,  far  above  our  humble  songs, 

The  theme  demands  immortal  tongues. 

3  Yet  whilst  around  his  board  we  meet, 
And  worship  at  his  sacred  feet, 

Oh,  let  our  warm  affections  move, 
In  glad  returns  of  grateful  love. 


°W«I  At  the  Cross.  '      e.  denny. 

Dear  Lord,  amid  the  throng  that  pressed 
Around  thee  on  the  cursed  tree, 

Some  loyal,  loving  hearts  there  were, 
Some  pitying  eyes  that  wept  for  thee. 

2  Like  them  may  we  rejoice  to  own 

Our  dying  Lord,  tho'  crowned  with  thorn: 
Like  thee,  thy  blessdd  self,  endure 
The  cross  with  all  its  cruel  scorn. 

3  Thy  cross,  thy  lonely  path  below, 
Show  what  thy  brethren  all  should  be; 

Pilgrims  on  earth,  disowned  by  those 
Who  see  no  beauty,  Lord,  in  thee. 

Otl'X  The  day  of  Espousals.  i.  watts. 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King ! 
Accept  the  tribute  that  we  bring; 
Accept  the  well-deserved  renown, 
And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 

2  Let  every  act  of  worship  be 
Like  our  espousals,  Lord  I  to  thee; 
Like  the  dear  hour,  when,  from  above, 
We  first  received  thy  pledge  of  love. 

3  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day — 
Our  hearts  would  wish  it  long  to  stay; 
Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 
Nor  comfort  sink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

4  Each  following  minute,  as  it  flies, 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joyst 
Till  we  are  raised  to  sing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb. 


THE   LORD'S   SUPPER, 


321 


HAMBURQ.    L.M. 


LOWELL  MASON,  aTT. 


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1.  Oh.  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross  Where  my  Redeemer  loved  and  died !  Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws  From  his  dear  wonnds,  and  bleeding  side. 


With  full  consent  thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 

2  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace; 

A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransomed  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

3  Thine  would  I  live,  thine  would  I  die, 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity; 

The  vow  is  past  beyond  repeal; 
And  now  I  set  the  solemn  seal. 

4  Here  at  that  cross  where  flows  the  blood 
That  bought  my  guilty  soul  for  God, 
Thee,  my  new  Master  now  I  call, 

And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all. 


OOO  Parting  Song.  I.  watts. 

Oh,  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross 
Where  my  Redeemer  loved  and  died ! 

Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 

From  his  dear  wounds,  and  bleeding  side, 

2  I  would  for  ever  speak  his  name 
In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown ; 

With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 


S.  DAVIES. 


OOO  u  Bought  with  a  price.' 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine, 


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Oh,  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God  1 

Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

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He  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray 
And  live  rejoicing  every  day : 


Happy  day,  happy  day, 

When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away  1 

2  Oh,  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 
To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  I 

Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 

While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. — Cho. 

3  'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done: 
I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine: 

He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 

Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine — Cho. 


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OvV  "  Prepare  us,  Lord."       T.  cotterill. 

Prepare  us,  Lord,  to  view  thy  cross, 
Who  all  our  griefs  hast  borne; 

To  look  on  thee,  whom  we  have  pierced — 
To  look  on  thee  and  mourn. 

2  While  thus  we  mourn,  we  would  rejoice; 

And  as  thy  cross  we  see, 
Let  each  exclaim,  in  faith  and  hope, 

"The  Saviour  died  for  me  1" 


OdO  Feeding  on  Christ.  J.  cennick. 

Together  with  these  symbols,  Lord, 

Thy  blessed  self  impart; 
And  let  thy  holy  flesh  and  blood 

Feed  the  believing  heart. 

2  Let  us  from  all  our  sins  be  washed 
In  thy  atoning  blood; 

And  let  thy  Spirit  be  the  seal 
That  we  are  born  of  God. 

3  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  with  Jesus'  love, 
Prepare  us  for  this  feast; 

Oh,  let  us  banquet  with  our  Lord, 
And  lean  upon  his  breast. 

OOtl  "  Friend  of  Sinners"  R.  burnham. 

Jesus  !  thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend; 

As  such  I  look  to  thee; 
Now,  in  the  fullness  of  thy  love, 

0  Lord !  remember  me. 

2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, — 
Remember  Calvary; 

Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God  ! 

1  yield  myself  to  thee; 

While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
Dear  Lord  !  remember  me. 

4  Lord !  I  am  guilty — I  am  vile, 
But  thy  salvation 's  free ; 

Then,  in  thine  all-abounding  grace, 
Dear  Lord  1  remember  me. 


Persistent  Love. 


861 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 
With  Christ  within  the  doors, 

While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores. 

2  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 
Join  to  admire  the  feast, 

Each  of  us  cries  with  thankful  tongue, — 
"Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest?" 

3  "Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 
And  enter  while  there's  room, 

When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
And  rather  starve  than  come?" 

4  'T  was  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast, 
That  sweetly  drew  us  in; 

Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 
And  perished  in  our  sin. 

5  Pity  the  nations,  0  our  God  ! 
Constrain  the  earth  to  come; 

Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 


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OUfW        "  I  will  remember  thee."    j.  Montgomery. 

According  to  thy  gracious  word, 

In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 

I  will  remember  thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 
My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be; 

Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  thee. 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget? 
Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 

Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 
And  not  remember  thee  ? 

4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 
And  rest  on  Calvary, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice  ! 
I  must  remember  thee: — 

5  Remember  thee,  and  all  thy  pains 
And  all  thy  love  to  me; 

Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
Will  I  remember  thee. 

6  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 
And  mind  and  memory  flee, 

When  thou  shalt  in  thy  kingdom  come, 
Then,  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

OUO  "  The  cup  of  blessing."        c.  wesley. 

Jesus,  at  whose  supreme  command, 

We  now  approach  to  God, 
Before  us  in  thy  vesture  stand, 

Thy  vestnre  dipped  in  bloodl 
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2  Now,  Saviour,  now  thyself  reveal, 
And  make  thy  nature  known; 

Affix  thy  blessed  Spirit's  seal, 
And  stamp  us  for  thine  own. 

3  Obedient  to  thy  gracious  word, 
We  break  the  hallowed  bread, 

Commemorate  our  dying  Lord, 
And  trust  on  thee  to  feed, 

4  The  cup  of  blessing,  blessed  by  thee, 
Let  it  thy  blood  impart; 

The  broken  bread  thy  body  be, 
To  cheer  each  languid  heart. 

^^^        "Greater  love  hath  no  man."    g.  t.  noel. 

If  human  kindness  meets  return, 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie: 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 

To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh ; — 

2  Oh,  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 
The  gratitude  we  owe 

To  him,  who  died  our  fears  to  quell — 
Who  bore  our  guilt  and  woe ! 

3  While  yet  in  anguish  he  surveyed 
Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee, 

What  love  his  latest  words  displayed, — 
"Meet  and  remember  me  !" 

4  Remember  thee — thy  death,  thy  shame, 
Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! — 

O  memory  1  leave  no  other  name 
But  his  recorded  there. 


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SHEPHERD,    8s,  7s. 


C.  C.  CONVERSE. 


While  in  sweet  communion  feeding  On  this  earthly  bread  and  wine,  Saviour,  may  we  see  thee  bleeding  On  the  cross,  to  make  us  thine. 


OvJtr  "/«  remembrance."  e.  denny. 

While  in  sweet  communion  feeding 
On  this  earthly  bread  and  wine, 

Saviour,  may  we  see  thee  bleeding 
On  the  cross,  to  make  us  thine. 


R.  PARK. 


2  Though  unseen,  now  be  thou  near  us, 

With  the  still  small  voice  of  love; 

Whispering  words  of  peace  to  cheer  us —  May  we  taste  it,  kindly  given 

Every  doubt  and  fear  remove.  In  remembrance,  Lord,  of  thee ! 


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OOO  " His  banner:' 

Jesus  spreads  his  banner  o'er  us, 
Cheers  our  famished  souls  with  food 

He  the  banquet  spreads  before  us, 
Of  his  mystic  flesh  and  blood. 

2  Precious  banquet;  bread  of  heaven; 
Wine  of  gladness,  flowing  free; 


3  Bring  before  us  all  the  story, 
Of  thy  life,  and  death  of  woe; 

And,  with  hopes  of  endless  glory, 
Wean  our  hearts  from  all  below. 


DORRNANCE.    8s.  7s 


3  In  thy  trial  and  rejection; 

In  thy  sufferings  on  the  tree; 
In  thy  glorious  resurrection; 

May  we,  Lord,  remember  thee ! 


I.  B.  WOODBURY. 


ODl  "  Follow  me."        c.  f.  Alexander. 

Jesus  calls  us,  o'er  the  tumult 
Of  our  life's  wild,  restless  sea; 

Day  by  day  his  sweet  voice  soundeth, 
Saying,  Christian,  follow  me  ! 

2  Jesus  calls  us — from  the  worship 
Of  the  vain  world's  golden  store; 

From  each  idol  that  would  keep  us,— 
Saying,  Christian,  love  me  more ! 

3  In  our  joys  and  in  our  sorrows, 
Days  of  toil  and  hours  of  ease, 

Still  he  calls,  in  cares  and  pleasures, — 
Christian,  love  me  more  than  these ! 

4  Jesus  calls  us  !  by  thy  mercies, 
Saviour,  may  we  hear  thy  call; 

Give  our  hearts  to  thy  obedience, 
Serve  and  love  thee  best  of  all  1 


OOO  "  Take  my  heart."  aj 

Take  my  heart,  O  Father  !  take  it; 

Make  and  keep  it  all  thine  own; 
Let  thy  Spirit  melt  and  break  it — 

This  proud  heart  of  sin  and  stone. 

2  Father,  make  me  pure  and  lowly, 
Fond  of  peace  and  far  from  strife; 

Turning  from  the  paths  unholy 
Of  this  vain  and  sinful  life. 

3  Ever  let  thy  grace  surround  me, 
Strengthen  me  with  power  divine, 

Till  thy  cords  of  love  have  bound  me: 
Make  me  to  be  wholly  thine. 

4  May  the  blood  of  Jesus  heal  me, 
And  my  sins  be  all  forgiven; 

Holy  Spirit,  take  and  seal  me, 
Guide  me  in  the  path  to  heaven. 


THE   LORDS   SUPPER. 


325 


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OOtf  Before  the  cross.  j.  allen. 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  we  spend; 

Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie, 
While  we  see  divine  compassion, 

Beaming  in  his  gracious  eye. 


3  Love  and  grief  our  hearts  dividing, 
With  our  tears  his  feet  we  bathe; 

Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

4  For  thy  sorrows  we  adore  thee, 

For  the  pains  that  wrought  our  peace, 
Gracious  Saviour !  we  implore  thee 
In  our  souls  thy  love  increase. 

5  Here  we  feel  our  sins  forgiven, 
While  upon  the  Lamb  we  gaze; 

And  our  thoughts  are  all  of  heaven, 
And  our  lips  o'erflow  with  praise. 

6  Still  in  ceaseless  contemplation, 
Fix  our  hearts  and  eyes  on  thee, 

Till  we  taste  thy  full  salvation, 
And,  unvailed,  thy  glories  see. 


SICILY.    8s,  7s. 


SICILIAN  MELODY. 


1.  From  the  ta  -  ble  now  re-tir  -  ing,  Which  for  us  the  Lord  hath  spread,  May  our  souls,  refreshment 


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From  the  table  now  retiring, 

Which  for  us  the  Lord  hath  spread 

May  our  souls  refreshment  finding, 
Grow  in  all  things  like  our  Head ! 


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2  His  example  while  beholding, 
May  our  lives  his  image  bear; 

Him  our  Lord  and  Master  calling, 
His  commands  may  we  revere. 

3  Love  to  God  and  man  displaying, 
Walking  steadfast  in  his  way, 

Joy  attend  us  in  believing, 

Peace  from  God,  through  endless  day, 

4  Praise  and  honor  to  the  Father, 
Praise  and  honor  to  the  Son, 

Praise  and  honor  to  the  Spirit, 
Ever  Three  and  ever  One. 


326  THE   LORD'S   SUPPER. 

ROCK  OF  AGES.    7s,  61. 


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Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me  1 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee ; 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 

From  thy  wounded  side  that  flowed, 

Be  of  sin  the  perfect  cure ; 

Save  me,  Lord  !  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Should  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone, 
Thou  must  save  and  thou  alone: 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring;     - 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eye-lids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me ! 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

CJ  4  &  "  Manifest  thyself."  R.  mant. 

Son  of  God  !  to  thee  I  cry: 
By  the  holy  mystery 
Of  thy  dwelling  here  on  earth, 
By  thy  pure  and  holy  birth, 
Lord,  thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  thyself  to  me. 

2  Lamb  of  God  !  to  thee  I  cry: 
By  thy  bitter  agony, 
By  thy  pangs  to  us  unknown, 
By  thy  spirit's  parting  groan, 
Lord,  thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  thyself  to  me. 


3  Prince  of  Life  !  to  thee  I  cry: 
By  thy  glorious  majesty, 

By  thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
Meek  to  suffer,  strong  to  save, 
Lord,  thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  thyself  to  me. 

4  Lord  of  glory,  God  most  high, 
Jtfan  exalted  to  the  sky ! 

With  thy  love  my  bosom  fill, 
Prompt  me  to  perform  thy  will; 
Then  thy  glory  I  shall  see, 
Thou  wilt  bring  me  home  to  thee. 


E.  H.  BICKERSTETH. 


070  "Till he  come. 

"Till  He  come:"  oh,  let  the  words 
Linger  on  the  trembling  chords; 
Let  the  little  while  between 
In  their  golden  light  be  seen; 
Let  us  think  how  heaven  and  home 
Lie  beyond  that — "Till  he  come." 

2  When  the  weary  ones  we  love 
Enter  on  their  rest  above, 
Seems  the  earth  so  poor  and  vast, 
All  our  life  joy  overcast? 

Hush,  be  every  murmur  dumb; 
It  is  only — "Till  he  come." 

3  See,  the  feast  of  love  is  spread, 
Drink  the  wine,  and  break  the  bread; 
Sweet  memorials, — till  the  Lord 
Call  us  round  his  heavenly  board; 
Some  from  earth,  from  glory  some, 
Severed  only — "Till  he  come." 


THE   LORD'S   SUPPER. 


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Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me  ! 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee ; 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 

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Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

2  Xot  the  labor  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfill  the  law's  demands; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 

3  Xothing  in  my  hand  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling; 
Naked,  come  to  thee  for  dress, 
Helpless,  look  to  thee  for  grace; 
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Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die  ! 

4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
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When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  thee  on  thy  judgment  throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me  ! 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


"  Take  my  Heart." 


C.    WESLEY. 


875 

Father,  Sou,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

As  by  the  celestial  host, 

Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done; 

Praise  by  all  to  thee  be  given, 

Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven ! 

2  Vilest  of  the  fallen  race, 
Lo,  I  answer  to  thy  call; 

Meanest  vessel  of  thy  grace, 

Grace  divinely  free  for  all; 
Lo,  I  come  to  do  thy  will, 
All  thy  counsel  to  fulfill. 

3  If  so  poor  a  worm  as  I 
May  to  thy  great  glory  live, 

All  my  actions  sanctify, 

All  my  words  and  thoughts  receive; 
Claim  me  for  thy  service,  claim 
All  I  have,  and  all  I  am. 

4  Take  my  soul  and  body's  powers, 
Take  my  memory,  mind  and  will, 

All  my  goods,  and  all  my  hours, 

All  I  know  and  all  I  feel, 
All  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do; 
Take  my  heart,  but  make  it  new. 


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Sweet  Foretastes. 


876 

Here,  O  my  Lord,  I  see  thee  face  to  face; 

Here  would  I  touch  and  handle  things 
unseen ; 
Here  grasp  with  firmer  hand  the  eternal  grace, 

And  all  my  weariness  upon  thee  lean. 

2  Here  would  I  feed  upon  the  bread  of  God ; 
Here  drink  with  thee  the  royal  wine  of 

heaven; 
Here  would  I  lay  aside  each  earthly  load, 
Here  taste  afresh  the  calm  of  sin  forgiven. 

3  Too  soon  we  rise ;  the  symbols  disappear ; 
The  feast,  though  not  the  love,  is  passed 

and  gone; 
The  bread  and  wine  remove,  but  thou  art 
here — 
Nearer  than  ever — still  my  Shield  and  Sun. 

4  Feast  after  feast  thus  comes  and  passes  by ; 
Yet,  passing,points  to  the  glad  feast  above, 

Giving  sweet  foretastes  of  the  festal  joy, 
The  Lamb's  great  bridal  feast  of  bliss 
and  love. 


A  weary,  heavy-laden  sinner  comes 

To  plead  thy  promise  and  obey  thy  call 

2  I  am  not  worthy  to  be  thought  thy  child ; 
Nor  sit  the  last  and  lowest  at  thy  board; 

Too  long  a  wanderer,  and  too  oft  beguiled, 
I  only  ask  one  reconciling  word. 

3  One   word   from  thee,    my   Lord !    one 

smile,  one  look,  [again, 

And  I  could  face  the  told,  rough  world 

And  with  that  treasure  in  my  heart  could 

brook 
The  wrath  of  devils  and  the  scorn  of  men. 

4  And  is  not  mercj  thy  prerogative — 
Free  mercy,  boundless,  fathomless,  divine? 

Me,  Lord  !  the  chief  of  sinners,  me  forgive, 
And  thine  the  greater  glory,  only  thine. 

5  I  hear  thy  voice ;  thou  bid'st  me  come  and 

rest ; 
I  come,  I  kneel,  I  clasp  thy  pierced  feet? 
Thou  bid'st  me  take  my  place,  a  welcome 
guest, 
Among  thy  saints,  and  of  thy  banquet  eat. 


877 


6  My  praise  can  only  breathe  itself  in  prayer, 
Penitent  Prayer.     E.  a  bickersteth.        My  prayer  can  only  lose  itself  in  thee; 
Not  worthy,  Lord  !  to  gather  up  the  crumbs  Dwell  thou  for  ever  in  my  heart,  and  there, 
With  trembling  hand,  that  from  thy  table      Lord!  let  me  sup  with  thee;   sup  thou 
fall,  with  me. 


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lengthen  Fain  would  our  souls  feel  all  thy  kindling 
Across  this  little  landscape  of  our  life ;  love ; 
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above. 

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foundation,  _  doubt  and  sorrow, 

thereon  our  feet  were  set  with  sovereign      And  thou  hast  madft  each  gtep  aQ  Qn_ 

Not  life  nor  death,  with  all  their  agitation,    And  we  ^  eyei!  trugt  each  unknown  mor. 
Can  thence  remove  us,  it  we  see  his  iace.  „      

Thou  wilt  sustain  us  till  its  work  is  done. 

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The  blessings  of  our  pilgrimage  are  failing,    „  "m'  i  ^    . 

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to  thee. 


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Stronger  than  agony,  and  we  be  still ! 

4  We  would  see  Jesus — this  is  all  we're  4  Now,  Saviour,  now,  in  thy  dear  presence 
needing,  kneeling, 

Strength,  joy,  and  willingness  come  with        Our  spirits  yearn  to  feel  thy  kindling  love; 

the  sight;  Now  make  us  strong,  we  need  thy  deep  re- 
We  would  see  Jesus,  dying,  risen,  pleading,  vealing 

Then  welcome  day,  and  farewell  mortal        Of  trust,  and  strength,  and  calmness  from 
night !  above. 


330 

QQA 

&O"  7s,  6s,  8s.  M  Calvary."  c.  wksley. 

Lamb  of  God,  whose  dying  love 

We  now  recall  to  mind, 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find : 
Think  on  us  who  think  on  thee, 

And  every  struggling  soul  release; 
Oh,  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace ! 

2  By  thine  agonizing  pain, 
And  bloody  sweat,  we  pray, 

By  thy  dying  love  to  man, 

Take  all  our  sins  away  : 
Burst  our  bonds,  and  set  us  free  j 

From  all  iniquity  release ) 
Oh,  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 

3  Let  thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 
The  sinner's  pardon  seal ; 

Speak  us  freely  justified, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal : 
By  thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  all  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease  j 
Oh,  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 

QQ1 

OOA   p.m.  Cant.  5:  1.  t.  Hastings. 

Forget  thyself !  Christ  bade  thee  come 

To  think  upon  his  love, 
Which  could  reverse  the  sinner's  doom, 

And  write  his  name  above  j 
Bid  the  returning  rebel  live, 
And  freely  all  his  sins  forgive. 

2  Forget  thyself!  and  think  what  pain; 
What  agony  he  bore, 

To  wash  away  each  guilty  stain, 

To  bless  thee  evermore  : 
To  fit  thee  for  his  high  abode, 
The  temple  of  the  living  God. 

3  Forget  thyself !  but  let  thy  soul 
With  memories  o'erfiow, 

Rejoice  in  his  supreme  control, 

And  seek  his  will  to  know: 
With  thankful  heart  approach  the  feast, 
And  thou  wilt  be  a  welcome  guest. 

OO hd  c.  M.  Long-suffering.  A.  Steele. 

Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
Low  at  thy  feet  ashamed,  I  fall, 

And  hide  this  wretched  face. 
2  Shall  love  like  thine  be  thus  repaid  ? 

Ah,  vile,  ungrateful  heart! 


THE     LORD'S     SUPPER. 


By  earth's  low  cares  so  oft  betrayed, 
From  Jesus  to  depart. 

3  But  he  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
My  wandering  soul  restores  ; 

lie  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  pardon  it  implores. 

4  Oh,  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
The  deep  repentant  sigh, 

Confirm  the  kind,  forgiving  word, 
With  pity  in  thine  eye. 

5  Then  shall  the  mourner  at  thy  feet 
Rejoice  to  seek  thy  face  ; 

And,  grateful,  own  how  kind,  how  sweet, 
Thy  condescending  grace. 

ceo 

OOO  jSt  61,       "In  remembrance.''''  t.  Hastings. 

Saviour  of  our  ruined  race, 
Fountain  of  redeeming  grace, 
Let  us  now  thy  fullness  see, 
While  we  here  converse  with  thee; 
Hearken  to  our  ardent  prayer, — 
Let  us  all  thy  blessing  share. 

2  While  we  thus,  with  glad  accord, 
Meet  around  thy  table,  Lord, 

Bid  us  feast  with  joy  divine, 
On  the  appointed  bread  and  wine : 
Emblems  may  they  truly  prove, 
Of  our  Saviour's  bleeding  love. 

3  Weak,  unworthy,  sinful,  vile, 
Yet  we  seek  thy  heavenly  smile  : 
Canst  thou  all  our  sins  forgive  % 
Dost  thou  bid  us  look  and  live  % 
Lord,  we  wonder  and  adore  ! 

Oh,  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  ! 

OCi 

CC*  C.  M.  "Wanted  in  Christ."'  s.  F.SMITH. 

Planted  in  Christ,  the  living  vine, 

This  day,  with  one  accord, 
Ourselves,  with  humble  faith  and  joy, 

We  yield  to  thee,  O  Lord  ! 

2  Joined  in  one  body  may  wc  be  : 
One  inward  life  partake ; 

One  be  our  heart,  one  heavenly  hope 
In  every  bosom  wake. 

3  In  prayer,  in  effort,  tears,  and  toils, 
One  wisdom  be  our  guide  ; 

Taught  by  one  Spirit  from  above, 
In  thee  may  we  abide. 

4  Then,  when  among  the  saints  in  light 
Our  joyful  spirits  shine, 

Shall  anthems  cf  immortal  praise, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  be  thine ! 


THE    LORD'S    SUPPER. 


331 


&&&  ys,  6s,  D.        A  ncient  Hymn.        ray  palmer,  tr. 

0  Bread,  to  pilgrims  given, 

0  Food,  that  angels  eat, 
O  manna,  sent  from  heaven, 

For  heaven-born  natures  meet ! 
Give  us,  for  thee  long  pining, 

To  eat  till  richly  filled; 
Till,  earth's  delights  resigning, 

Our  every  wish  is  stilled. 

2  O  Water,  life-bestowing, 
From  out  the  Saviour's  heart ! 

A  fountain  purely  flowing, 

A  fount  of  love  thou  art ; 
Oh,  let  us,  freely  tasting, 

Our  burning  thirst  assuage  ! 
Thy  sweetness,  never  wasting, 

Avails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Jesus !  this  feast  receiving, 
"We  thee  unseen  adore ; 

Thy  faithful  word  believing, 
We  take,  and  doubt  no  more ; 

Give  us,  thou  true  and  loving ! 
On  earth  to  live  in  thee ; 

Then,  death  the  vail  removing, 
Thy  glorious  face  to  see. 

OOO  7S>  6s,  D.     Hope  at  the  Cross.  anon. 

When  human  hopes  all  wither, 

And  friends  no  aid  supply, 
Then  whither,  Lord,  ah!  whither 

Can  turn  my  strain*  \g  eye? 
?Mid  storms  of  grief  still  rougher, 

"Midst  darker,  deadlier  shade, 
That  cross  where  thou  didst  suffer, 

On  Calvary  was  displayed. 

2  On  that  my  gaze  I  fasten, 

My  refuge  that  I  make ; 
Though  sorely  thou  mayst  chasten, 

Thou  never  canst  forsake  : 
Thou,  on  that  cross  didst  languish, 

Ere  glory  crowned  thy  head  ! 
And  I,  through  death  and  anguish, 

Must  be  to  glory  led. 

00  *  L.  M.        Crucifying  Afresh,     c.  f.  Alexander. 

0  Jesus!  bruised  and  wounded  more 
Than  bursted  grape,  or  bread  of  wheat, 

The  Life  of  life  within  our  souls, 
The  Cup  of  our  salvation  sweet  ; — 


2  We  come  to  show  thy  dying  hour, 
Thy  streaming  vein,  thy  broken  flesh ; 

And  still  the  blood  is  warm*  to  saje, 
And  still  the  fragrant  wounds  are  fresh. 

3  0  Heart !  that,  with  a  double  tide 
Of  blood  and  water,  maketh  pure ; 

O  Flesh  !  once  offered  on  the  cross, 
The  gift  that  makes  our  pardon  sure ; — 

4  Let  never  more  our  sinful  souls 
The  anguish  of  thy  cross  renew; 

Nor  forge  again  the  cruel  nails, 

That  pierced  thy  victim  body  through. 


OQQ 

OOO  l.  M.  Consecration.  j.  Montgomery. 

Jesus  !  our  best  beloved  Friend, 
On  thy  redeeming  name  we  call ; 

Jesus  !  in  love  to  us  descend, 
Pardon  and  sanctify  us  all. 

2  Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign, 
To  fear  and  follow  thy  commands  ; 

Oh,  take  our  hearts,  our  hearts  are  thine, 
Accept  the  service  of  our  hands. 

3  Firm,  faithful,  watching  unto  prayer, 
Our  Master's  voice  will  we  obey, 

Toil  in  the  vineyard  here,  and  bear 
The  heat  and  burden  of  the  day. 

4  Yet,  Lord,  for  us  a  resting-place, 

In  heaven,  at  thy  right  hand  prepare  ; 
And  till  we  see  thee  face  to  face, 
Be  all  our  conversation  there. 


F.  \V.  FABEP. 


®&0  L.  M.     "  Our  Lord  is  Cruxified: 

Oh,  come,  and  mourn  with  me  awhile ; 

Oh,  come  ye  to  the  Saviour's  side ; 
Oh,  come,  together  let  us  mourn  ; 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

2  II   :e  we  no  tears  to  shed  for  him, 
While  soldiers  scoff  and  Jews  deride  ? 

Ah,  look  how  patiently  he  hangs ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

3  Come,  let  us  stand  beneath  the  cross; 
So  may  the  blood  from  out  his  side 

Fall  gently  on  us  drop  by  drop ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

4  A  broken  heart,  a  fount  of  tears 
Ask,  and  they  will  not  be  denied ; 

Lord  Jesus,  may  we  love  and  weep, 
Since  thou  for  us  art  crucified. 


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Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
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4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 
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Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 
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Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 
In  bliss  returns  to  reign ! 


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How  beauteous  on  the  mountains, 

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Like  streams  from  living  fountains, 

Good  tidings  of  good  things; 
That  publisheth  salvation, 

And  jubilee  release, 
To  every  tribe  and  nation, 

God's  reign  of  joy  and  peace  I 

2  Lift  up  thy  voice,  0  watchman ! 
And  shout,  from  Zion's  towers, 

Thy  hallelujah  chorus, — 

"The  victory  is  ours  !" 
The  Lord  shall  build  up  Zion 

In  glory  and  renown, 
And  Jesus,  Judah's  lion, 

Shall  wear  his  rightful  crown. 

3  Break  forth  in  hymns  of  gladness; 
O  waste  Jerusalem  ! 

Let  songs,  instead  of  sadness, 

Thy  jubilee  proclaim; 
The  Lord,  in  strength  victorious, 

Upon  thy  foes  hath  trod; 
Behold,  0  earth  !  the  glorious 

Salvation  of  our  God ! 


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Our  country's  voice  is  pleading. 

Ye  men  of  God,  arise  ! 
His  providence  is  leading, 

The  land  before  you  lies; 
Day-gleams  are  o'er  it  brightening, 

And  promise  clothes  the  soil ; 
Wide  fields,  for  harvest  whitening, 

Invite  the  reaper's  toil. 

2  Go,  where  the  waves  are  breaking 
On  California's  shore, 

Christ's  precious  gospel  taking, 
More  rich  than  golden  ore; 

On  Alleghany's  mountains, 
Through  all  the  westeru  vale, 

Beside  Missouri's  fountains, 
Rehearse  the  wondrous  tale. 

3  The  love  of  Christ  unfolding, 
Speed  on  from  east  to  west, 

Till  all,  his  cross  beholding, 

In  him  are  fully  blest. 
Great  Author  of  salvation, 

Haste,  haste  the  glorious  day, 
When  we,  a  ransomed  nation, 

Thy  sceptre  shall  obey. 


Christian  Union. 


893 

Axd  is  the  time  approaching. 
By  prophets  long  foretold, 


J.  BORTHWICK. 


When  all  shall  dwell  together, 
One  shepherd  and  one  fold? 

Shall  every  idol  perish, 

To  moles  and  bats  be  thrown, 

And  every  prayer  be  offered 
To  God  in  Christ  alone? 

2  Shall  Jew  and  Gentile,  meeting 
From  many  a  distant  shore, 

Around  one  altar  kneeling. 

One  common  Lord  adore? 
Shall  all  that  now  divides  us 

Remove  and  pass  away, 
Like  shadows  of  the  morning 

Before  the  blaze  of  day  ? 

3  Shall  all  that  now  unites  us 
More  sweet  and  lasting  prove, 

A  closer  bond  of  union, 
In  a  blest  land  of  love  ? 

Shall  war  be  learned  no  longer, 
Shall  strife  and  tumult  cease, 

All  earth  his  blessed  kingdom, 
The  Lord  and  Prince  of  Peace? 

4  0  long-expected  dawning, 
Come  with  thy  cheering  ray  ! 

When  shall  the  morning  brighten, 
The  shadows  flee  away  ? 

0  sweet  anticipation ! 
It  cheers  the  watchers  on, 

To  pray,  and  hope,  and  labor, 
Till  the  dark  night  be  gone. 


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0«/'X  Psalm  72.  J.  MONTGOMERY. 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed, 

Great  David's  greater  Son ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free, 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes,  with  succor  speedy, 
To  those  who  suffer  wrong; 

To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 
And  bid  the  weak  be  strong; 

To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 
Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 

Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 
Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  He  shall  come  down  like  showers 
Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 

And  love,  and  joy,  like  flowers-, 
Spring  in  his  path  to  birth : 

Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 
Shall  peace  the  herald  go, 

A.nd  righteousness  in  fountains 
From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4  Arabia's  desert-ranger 

To  him  shall  bow  the  knee; 
The  Ethiopian  stranger 
His  glory  come  to  see: 


With  offerings  of  devotion, 
Ships  from  the  isles  shall  meet, 

To  pour  the  wealth  of  ocean 
In  tribute  at  his  feet. 

5  Kings  shall  fall  down  before  him, 
And  gold  and  incense  bring: 

All  nations  shall  adore  him ; 

His  praise  all  people  sing; 
For  he  shall  have  dominion 

O'er  river,  sea,  and  shore, 
Far  as  the  eagle's  pinion 

Or  dove's  light  wing  can  soar. 

6  For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing 
And  daily  vows  ascend; 

His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end. 
The  heavenly  dew  shall  nourish 

A  seed  in  weakness  sown, 
Whose  fruit  shall  spread  and  flourish, 

And  shake  like  Lebanon. 

1  O'er  every  foe  victorious, 

He  on  his  throne  shall  rest; 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious, 

All-blessing  and  all-blessed. 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove; 
His  name  shall  stand  for  ever; 

His  great,  best  name  of  Love! 


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O«f0  7s,  63.     The  morning  light. 

The  morning  light  is  breaking; 

The  darkness  disappears! 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears; 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar, 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

2  See  heathen  nations  bending 
Before  the  God  we  love, 

And  thousand  hearts  ascending 
In  gratitude  above; 


While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing — 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

3  Blest  river  of  salvation  ! 

Pursue  thine  onward  way; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay: 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home: 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim — "The  Lord  is  come  !" 


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Hushed   be   the   accents  of  sorrow  and 
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Zion  in  triumph  begins  her  mild  reign. 


2  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad 
morning, 

Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  foretold ; 
Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  returning ; 

Gentile  and  Jew  the  blest  vision  behold. 


3  Lo!  in  the  desert  rich  flowers  are  springing, 
Streams  ever  copious  are  gliding  along; 

Loud  from  the  mountain-tops  echoes  are 
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Wastes  rise  in  verdure,  and  mingle  in 
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Fallen  are  the  engines  of  war  and  commo- 
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Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the  sky. 


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Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation  ! 

Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain: 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 

Unless  thou  return  again. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 

Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

3  Once,  0  Lord,  thy  garden  flourished: 
Every  part  looked  gay  and  green; 

Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourished: 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen. 

4  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 
And  a  sad  decline  we  see: 

Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed: 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

5  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent: 
Make  us  prevalent  in  prayer; 

Let  each  one  esteemed  thy  servant 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snare. 

6  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh, 

And  begin  from  this  good  hour 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

0</O  "  Westward."  anon. 

Hark  !  the  sound  of  angel-voices, 
Over  Bethlehem's  star-lit  plain; 

Hark  !  the  heavenly  host  rejoices, 
Jesus  comes  on  earth  to  reign. 


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2  See  celestial  radiance  beaming, 
Lighting  up  the  midnight  sky; 

'Tis  the  promised  day-star  gleaming, 
'Tis  the  day-spring  from  on  high. 

3  Westward,  all  along  the  ages, 
Trace  its  pathway  clear  and  bright; 

Star  of  hope  to  Eastern  sages, 
Radiant  now  with  gospel  light. 

4  Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
Peace  on  earth  delight  to  sing; 

Christian,  tell  the  wondrous  story, 
Go  proclaim  the  Saviour  King  ! 


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Where  the  woodman's  axe  is  ringing, 
Where  the  hunter  roams  alone, 

Where  the  prairie-flowers  are  springing, 
Make  the  great  Redeemer  known. 

2  While,  from  California's  mountains, 
Pure  and  sweet  the  anthem  swells; 

Oregon's  dark  wilds  and  fountains 
Hail  the  sound  of  Sabbath-bells. 

3  Like  an  armed  host  with  banners, 
Terrible  in  war  array, 

Zion  comes  with  glad  hosannas, 
To  prepare  her  Monarch's  way. 

4  Unto  him  all  power  is  given, 

All  the  world  his  sway  shall  own, 
And  on  earth,  as  now  in  heaven, 
Shall  his  will  be  done  alone. 


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Ox  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
Lo  !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 

Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing — 
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t/VJ.  Sun  of  Righteousness.        w.  wiujams. 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 

Cheered  by  no  celestial  ray, 
Sun  of  righteousness  !  arising, 

Bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day; 
Send  the  gospel 

To  the  earth's  remotest  bound. 


2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful 
Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved? 

Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful? 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning; 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee; 
He  himself  appears  thy  Friend; 

All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end: 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  Kins:  will  surelv  send. 


2  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, — 
Grant  them,  Lord  !  the  glorious  light: 

And,  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night; 

And  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

3  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel ! 
Win  and  conquer,  never  cease; 

May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
Multiply  and  still  increase; 

Sway  thy  sceptre, 
Saviour  !  all  the  world  around. 


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Hark  !  the  song  of  jubilee, 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fullness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore ! 
Hallelujah  I  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign ! 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 
2  Hallelujah  !  hark,  the  sound, 

From  the  depths  unto  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies ! 

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See  Jehovah's  banners  furled  ! 

Sheathed  his  sword!  he  speaks — 'tis  done! 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son ! 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 

With  illimitable  sway; 
He  shall  reign,  when  like  a  scroll 

Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away 
Then  the  end:  beneath  his  rod 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall: 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all ! 

LOWELL  MASON. 


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e/UO  The  World's  Conversion.         H.  AUE 

Hasten,  Lord  !  the  glorious  time 

When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation,  every  clime, 

Shall  the  gospel's  call  obey. 
Mightiest  kings  his  power  shall  own, 

Heathen  tribes  his  name  adore; 
Satan  and  his  host,  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 


2  Then  shall  wars  aud  tumults  cease, 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain ; 
Righteousness  and  joy  and  peace 

Undisturbed  shall  ever  reign. 
Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord; 

Ever  praise  his  glorious  name; 
All  his  mighty  acts  record; 

All  his  wondrous  love  proclaim. 


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Put  on  thy  strength,  the  nations  shake; 
And  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy,  wrought  by  thee. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen,  from  thy  throne, 
"I  am  Jehovah — God  alone  !" 
Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 


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3  Xo  more  let  human  blood  be  spilt, 
Tain  sacrifice  for  human  guilt; 

But  to  each  conscience  be  applied 
The  blood  that  flowed  from  Jesus'  side. 

4  Almighty  God  !  thy  grace  proclaim, 
In  every  clime,  of  every  name, 

Till  adverse  powers  before  thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour — Lord  of  all. 


LOWELL  MASON,  arr. 


1.  Tho'  now  the  nations  sit  beneath  The  darkness  of  o'erspreading  death,  God  will  arise,  with  light  divine  OnZion's  holy  towers  to  shine. 


U\jO  "  O  Light  of  Zion."  l.  bacon. 

Though  now  the  nations  sit  benea'.h 
The  darkness  of  o' erspreading  death, 
God  will  arise,  with  light  divine 
On  Zion's  holy  towers  to  shine. 

2  That  light  shall  shine  on  distant  lands, 
And  wandering  tribes,  in  joyful  bands, 
Shall  come  thy  glory,  Lord,  to  see, 
And  in  thy  courts  to  worship  thee. 

3  0  light  of  Zion,  now  arise  ! 

Let  the  glad  morning  bless  our  eyes ! 
Ye  nations,  catch  the  kindling  ray, 
And  hail  the  splendor  of  the  dav. 
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t'"'-'  Zion's  Glory.  \\.  shrubsole. 

Zion  !  awake,  thy  strength  renew; 
Put  on  thy  robes  of  beautous  hue; 
And  let  the  admiring  world  behold 
The  King's  fair  daughter  clothed  in  gold. 

2  Church  of  our  God  !  arise  and  shine, 
Bright  with  the  beams  of  truth  divine ; 
Then  shall  thy  radiance  stream  afar, 
Wide  as  the  heathen  nations  are. 

3  Gentiles  and  kings  thy  light  shall  view, 
And  shall  admire  and  love  thee  too; — 
They  come,  like  clouds  across  the  sky, 
As  doves  that  to  their  windows  fly. 


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vUl  The  last  song. 

Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 
Through  all  the  millions  of  the  skies- 
That  song  of  triumph  which  records 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's ! 


W.   H.   BATHURST. 


t/"v  Christ' s  coming. 

Jesus  !  thy  church,  with  longing  eyes, 
For  thine  expected  coming  waits; 

When  will  the  promised  light  arise, 
And  glory  beam  from  Zion's  gates  ? 


2  Let  thrones  and  powers  and  kingdoms  be  2  Ev'n  now,  when  tempests  round  us  fall, 
Obedient,  mighty  God,  to  thee  !  And  wintry  clouds  o'ercast  the  sky, 

And,  over  land  and  stream  and  main,  Thy  words  with  pleasure  we  recall, 

Wave  thou  the  sceptre  of  thy  reign  1  And  deem  that  our  redemption's  nigh. 


3  Oh,  let  that  glorious  anthem  swell, 
Let  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell, 
That  not  one  rebel  heart  remains, 
But  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns  1 


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vl/O        Missionary  Convocation. 

Assembled  at  thy  great  command, 
Before  thy  face,  dread  King,  we  stand; 
The  voice  that  marshaled  every  star, 
Has  called  thy  people  from  afar. 

2  We  meet,  through  distant  lands  to  spread 
The  truth  for  which  the  martyrs  bled : 
Along  the  line,  to  either  pole, 

The  thunder  of  thy  praise  to  roll. 

3  Our  prayers  assist,  accept  our  praise, 
Our  hopes  revive,  our  courage  raise; 
Our  counsels  aid,  to  each  impart 

The  single  eye,  the  faithful  heart. 

4  Forth  with  thy  chosen  heralds  come, 
Recall  the  wandering  spirits  home; 
From  Zion's  mount  send  forth  the  sound, 
To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around. 


3  Oh,  come  and  reign  o'er  every  land; 
Let  Satan  from  his  throne  be  hurled; 

All  nations  bow  to  thy  command, 
And  grace  revive  a  dying  world. 

4  Teach  us,  in  watchfulness  and  prayer, 
To  wait  for  the  appointed  hour; 

And  fit  us,  by  thy  grace,  to  share 

The  triumphs  of  thy  conquering  power. 

if  A"  ilA  scend  thy  throne."  B.  beddome. 

Ascend  thy  throne,  almighty  King, 
And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad; 

Let  thine  own  arm  salvation  bring, 
And  be  thou  known  the  gracious  God, 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat, 
Let  humble  mourners  seek  thy  face, 

Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdued  by  thy  victorious  grace. 

3  Oh,  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord ! 

Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name. 
Be  thou  through  heaven  and  earth  adored. 


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Does  his  successive  journeys  run; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 


2  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning-sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love,  with  sweetest  song; 
Aud  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  lose  his  chains; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen ! 


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Sovereign  of  worlds  !  display  thy  power; 
Be  this  thy  Zion's  favored  hour; 
Bid  the  bright  morning  Star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, — 
On  Afric's  shore,  on  India's  plains, 

On  wilds  and  continents  unknown, — 
And  make  the  nations  all  thine  own. 

3  Speak  !  and  the  world  shall  hear  t  hy  voice ; 
Speak  !  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice; 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night, 

And  bid  all  nations  hail  the  light. 

tJAO     " Sun  oj 'Righteousness."      p.  doddridge,  alt. 

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With  gentle  beams  on  Zion  shine; 

Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  eyes, 
And  souls  awake  to  life  divine. 

2  On  all  around,  let  grace  descend, 

Like  heavenly  dew,  or  copious  showers: 

That  we  may  call  our  God  our  friend; 
That  we  may  hail  salvation  ours. 


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Come,  kingdom  of  our  God, 
Sweet  reign  of  light  and  love  ! 

Shed  peace  and  hope  and  joy  abroad, 
And  wisdom  from  above. 


2  The  world's  Desire  and  Hope, 
All  power  to  thee  is  given; 

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Eternal  Lord  of  heaven  ! 

3  A  gracious  Saviour,  thou 
Wilt  all  thy  creatures  bless; 

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And  every  tongue  confess. 

4  According  to  thy  word, 
Now  be  thy  grace  revealed; 

And  with  the  knowledge  of  the  Lord, 
Let  all  the  earth  be  filled. 


2  Over  our  spirits  first 
Extend  thy  healing  reign ; 

There  raise  and  quench  the  sacred  thirst, 
That  never  pains  again. 

3  Come,  kingdom  of  our  God ! 
And  make  the  broad  earth  thine; 

Stretch  o'er  her  lands  and  isles  the  rod 
That  flowers  with  grace  divine. 

4  Soon  may  all  tribes  be  blest 
With  fruit  from  life's  glad  tree; 

And  in  its  shade  like  brothers  rest, 
Sons  of  one  family. 


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Come,  Lord,  and  tarry  not ! 

Bring  the  long-looked-for  day; 
Oh,  why  these  years  of  waiting  here, 

These  ages  of  delay  ? 

2  Come,  for  thy  saints  still  wait; 
Daily  ascends  their  sigh; 

The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  Come  ! 
Dost  thou  not  hear  the  cry  ? 

3  Come,  for  creation  groans, 
Impatient  of  thy  stay, 

Worn  out  with  these  long  years  of  ill, 
These  ages  of  delay. 

4  Come,  and  make  all  things  new, 
Build  up  this  ruined  earth, 

Restore  our  faded  paradise, — 
Creation's  second  birth. 

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Of  everlasting  peace; 

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Oh,  for  the  happy  hour 

When  God  will  hear  our  cry, 

And  send,  with  a  reviving  power, 
His  Spirit  from  on  high. 

2  We  meet,  we  sing,  we  pray, 

We  listen  to  the  word, 
In  vain; — we  see  no  cheering  ray, 

No  cheering  voice  is  heard. 


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3  While  many  crowd  thy  house, 
How  few,  around  thy  board, 

Meet  to  recount  their  solemn  vows, 
And  bless  thee  as  their  Lord  I 

4  Thou,  thou  alone  canst  give 
Thy  gospel  sure  success ; 

Canst  bid  the  dying  sinner  live 
Anew  in  holiness. 

5  Come,  then,  with  power  divine, 
Spirit  of  life  and  love  ! 

Then  shall  this  people  all  be  thine, 
This  church  like  that  above. 

U  J.O  "Revive  thy  work."      p.  h.  brown,  alt, 

O  Lord,  thy  work  revive, 

In  Zion's  gloomy  hour, 
And  make  her  dying  graces  live 

By  thy  restoring  power. 

2  Awake  thy  chosen  few 
To  fervent  earnest  prayer; 

Again  may  they  their  vows  renew, 
Thy  blessed  presence  share. 

3  Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak 
Through  lips  of  feeble  clay, 

And  hearts  of  adamant  will  break, 
And  rebels  will  obey. 

4  Lord,  lend  thy  gracious  ear; 
Oh,  listen  to  our  cry; 

Oh,  come  and  bring  salvation  here: 
Our  hopes  on  thee  rely, 


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God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 

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Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurled 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 

Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world — 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar — 
In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide ; 

While  every  nation,  every  shore, 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God; 

Life,  love,  and  joy,  still  gliding  through, 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  sacred  stream,  thy  holy  word, 
Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls; 

Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 


6  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 
Secure  against  a  threatening  hour; 

Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 

Built  on  his  truth,  and  armed  with  power, 

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Great  God  !  whose  universal  sway 
The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey; 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son; 
Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  shall  he  send  his  influence  down; 
His  grace,  on  fainting  souls,  distills 
Like  heavenly  dew  on  thirsty  hills. 

3  The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  first  dawning  light, 
And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

4  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  his  days, 
Dressed  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise; 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne, 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

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Triumphant  Zion,  lift  thy  head 
From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the  dead; 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour's  strength. 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thy  various  charms  be  known: 
The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess, 
Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  victory  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4  God,  from  on  high,  thy  groans  will  hear; 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair; 

Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 

*J  rd&  A  ncient  Israel.  j.  Joyce. 

TVhy  on  the  bending  willows  hung, 

Israel !  still  sleeps  thy  tuneful  string  ? — 
Still  mute  remains  thy  sullen  tongue, 


And  Zion's  song  denies  to  sin< 

2  Awake  !  thy  sweetest  raptures  raise; 
Let  harp  and  voice  unite  their  strains: 

Thy  promised  King  his  sceptre  sways: 
Jesus,  thine  own  Messiah,  reigns  1 

3  No  taunting  foes  the  song  require; 
No  strangers  mock  thy  captive  chain; 

But  friends  provoke  the  silent  lyre, 
And  brethren  ask  the  holy  strain. 


4  Nor  fear  thy  Salem's  hills  to  wrong, 
If  other  lands  thy  triumphs  share: 

A  heavenly  city  claims  thy  song; 
A  brighter  Salem  rises  there. 

5  By  foreign  streams  no  longer  roam; 
Nor,  weeping,  think  of  Jordan's  flood: 

In  every  clime  behold  a  home, 
In  every  temple  see  thy  God. 

*»  <•  d  Home  Missions.  w.  c.  bryant. 

Look  from  thy  sphere  of  endless  day, 
0  God  of  mercy  and  of  might ! 

In  pity  look  on  those  who  stray, 
Benighted  in  this  land  of  light. 

2  In  peopled  vale,  in  lonely  glen, 

In  crowded  mart,  by  stream  or  sea, 
IIow  many  of  the  sons  of  men 

Hear  not  the  message  sent  from  thee ! 

3  Send  forth  thy  heralds,  Lord,  to  call 
The  thoughtless  young,  the  hardened  old, 

A  scattered,  homeless  flock,  till  all 
Be  gathered  to  thy  peaceful  fold. 

4  Send  them  thy  mighty  word  to  speak, 
Till  faith  shall  dawn,  and  doubt  depart, 

To  awe  the  bold,  to  stay  the  weak, 
And  bind  and  heal  the  broken  heart. 

5  Then  all  these  wastes,  a  dreary  scene, 
That  makes  us  sadden  as  we  gaze, 

Shall  grow  with  living  waters  green, 
And  lift  to  heaven  the  voice  of  praise. 


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vft*:  t.  M.  Psalm  87.  1.  waits. 

God,  in  his  earthly  temple,  lays 
Foundations  for  his  heavenly  praise  j 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  -well ; 
But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  visits  every  house 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows, 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

3  "What  glories  were  described  of  old ! 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told  ! 
Thou  city  cf  our  God  below  ! 

Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew  ; 
Angels  and  men  shall  join  to  sing 

The  hill  where  living  waters  spring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  last  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 

}T  will  be  an  honor  to  appear, 

As  one  new-born,  or  nourished  there. 

OUtf  l.  M.  Psalm  80.  I.  WATTS. 

Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel ! 
Who  didst  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  lead  the  tribes,  thy  chosen  sheep, 
Safe  through  the  desert  and  the  deep  ;  — 

2  Thy  Church  is  in  the  desert  now ; 
Shine  from  on  high  and  guide  us  through  j 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore  ; 

We  shall  be  saved,  and  sigh  no  more. 

3  Hast  thou  not  planted,  with  thy  hand, 
A  lovely  vine  in  this  our  land  ? 

Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heavenly  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 

4  Return,  almighty  God  !  return, 
Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  : 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore ; 
We  shall  be  saved,  and  sigh  no  more. 

V/wi>8s,7s,  6  1.         "Alleluia."  anon. 

Hallelujah  !  song  of  gladness, 

Song  of  everlasting  joy  ; 
Hallelujah  !  song  the  sweetest 

That  can  angel-hosts  employ  j 
Ilymning  in  God's  holy  presence 

Their  high  praise  eternally. 
2  Hallelujah  !  church  victorious, 

Thou  mayst  lift  this  joyful  strain: 
Hallelujah  !  songs  of  triumph 


Well  befit  the  ransomed  train  : 
We  our  song  must  raise  with  sadness, 
While  in  exile  we  remain. 

3  Hallelujah  !  strains  of  gladness 
Suit  not  souls  with  anguish  torn  ; 

Hallelujah  !  notes  of  sadness 
Best  befit  our  state  forlorn  : 

For,  in  this  dark  world  cf  sorrow, 
We,  with  tears,  our  sin  must  mourn. 

4  But  our  earnest  supplication, 
Holy  God,  we  raise  to  thee  ; 

Bring  us  to  thy  blissful  presence, 
Make  us  all  thy  joys  to  see ; 

Then  we  '11  sing  our  Hallelujah, — 
Sing  to  all  eternity. 

*J &  •    7s,  6s,  d.  Psalm  14.  h.  f.  lyth. 

Oh,  that  the  Lord's  salvation 

Were  out  of  Zion  come, 
To  heal  his  ancient  nation, 

To  lead  his  outcasts  home  ! 
How  long  the  holy  city 

Shall  heathen  feet  profane  ? 
Return,  O  Lord,  in  pity, 

Rebuild  her  walls  again. 
2  Let  fall  thy  rod  of  terror, 

Thy  saving  grace  impart  j 
Roll  back  the  vail  of  error, 

Release  the  fettered  heart  j 
Let  Israel,  home  returning, 

Their  lost  Messiah  see  j 
Give  oil  of  joy  for  mourning, 

And  bind  thy  Church  to  thee. 

vf*yJ  7s,  6s, d.       The  Gospel  Banner.        t.  Hastings. 

Now  be  the  gospel  banner, 

In  every  land  unfurled  ; 
And  be  the  shout, — u  Hosanna  !  * 

Re-echoed  through  the  world  ; 
Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue, 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 
2  Yes, — thou  shalt  reign  for  ever, 

O  Jesus,  King  of  kings  ! 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor, 

Each  ransomed  captive  sings  : 
The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  thy  praise, 
The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 

The  song  responsive  raise. 


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VfWtF  7s,  D.  Gospel  Increase, 

See  !  how  great  a  flame  aspires, 

Kindled  by  a  spark  of  grace  ! 
Jesus'  love  the  nations  fires, — 

Sets  the  kingdoms  on  a  blaze  ; 
Fire  to  bring  on  earth  he  came  ; 

Kindled  in  some  hearts  it  is  ; 
Oh,  that  all  might  catch  the  flame, 

All  partake  the  glorious  bliss  ! 

2  When  he  first  the  work  begun, 
Small  and  feeble  was  his  day  : 

Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run ; 

Now  it  wins  its  widening  wTay  : 
More  and  more  it  spreads  and  grows, 

Ever  mighty  to  prevail ; 
Sin's  strongholds  it  now  o'erthrows, — 

Shakes  the  trembling  gates  of  hell. 

3  Sons  of  God  !  your  Saviour  praise ; 
He  the  door  hath  opened  wide ; 

He  hath  given  the  word  cf  grace  ; 

Jesus'  word  is  glorified  ; 
Jesus,  mighty  to  redeem — 

He  alone  the  work  hath  wrought ; 
Worthy  is  the  work  of  him, — 

Him  who  spake  a  world  from  naught. 

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*Jt9\J  c.  m.  Psalm  102.  i.  watts. 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice — 

Behold  the  promised  hour  ! 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 

And  comes  to  exalt  his  power. 

2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain 
Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 

Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

3  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 
And  stand  in  glory  there  ; 

Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  sits  a  sovereign  on  his  throne, 
With  pity  in  his  eyes  ; 

He  hears  the  dying  prisoners'  groan, 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

5  He  frees  the  souls  condemned  to  death  5 
Nor,  when  his  saints  complain, 

Shall  it  be  said  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 


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Daughter  of  Zion  !  from  the  dust 

Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust, — 

He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength, — 
Thy  beautiful  array  ; 

The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, — 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge, 
And  send  thy  heralds  forth  ; 

Say  to  the  south, — "  Give  up  thy  charge, 
And  keep  not  back,  0  north  !  " 

4  They  come  !  they  come  !  thine  exiled 

bands, 
AVhere'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 
And  God  his  works  destroy, 

With  songs,  the  ransomed  shall  return, 
And  everlasting  joy. 

*J*J(*1  7s,  D.     "Tell  us  of  the  Night"         j.  bowring. 

Watchman  !   tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are  ; — 
Traveler  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! — 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  joy  or  hope  foretell? — 
Traveler  !  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day, 

Promised  day  of  Israel : — 

2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night ; 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends  j — 

Traveler  !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends ; — 

Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth? — 

Traveler !  ages  are  its  own  j 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth  ! — 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
Eor  the  morning  seems  to  dawn  ; — 

Traveler  !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 
Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn  5 — 

Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease ; 
Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home  ! — 

Traveler  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Lo  !  the  Son  of  God,  is  come  ! 


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Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  not  deplore  thee, 

the  way;  Though  sorrows  and  darkness   encompass 

The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here  the  tomb ; 

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its  cheer.  before  thee, 

2  I  would  notlivealway,  thus  fettered  by  sin- And  the  lamp  of  his    love  is  thy  guide 
Temptation  without  and  corruption  within:  through  the  gloom. 

Ev'n  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  we  no 
fears,  longer  behold  thee, 

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tears.  thy  side; 

3  I  would  not  live  alway;  no,  welcome  the  But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to 

tomb;  -  enfold  thee, 

Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  And  sinners  may  hope,  for  the  Sinless  hath 

gloom ;  died- 

There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise      3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave!   and,  its 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies.  mansion  forsaking, 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  doubt  lingered 

God,  long; 

Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode,  But  the  sunshine  of  glory  beamed  bright 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  on  thy  waking, 

bright  plains,  And  the  sound  thou  didst  hear  was  the 

And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  ?  seraphim's  song. 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  I  but  we 

meet,  will  not  deplore  thee, 

Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  Since  God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  guardian, 

greet;  and  guide: 

While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will  re- 
roll,  store  thee, 
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Lord,  thou  wouldst  no  longer  leave  it ; 

To  the  sunny  heavenly  plain 

Thou  dost  now  with  joy  receive  it; 
Clothed  in  robes  of  spotless  white, 
Now  it  dwells  with  thee  in  light. 

3  Ah,  Lord  Jesus,  grant  that  we 
Where  it  lives  may  soon  be  living, 

And  the  lovely  pastures  see 

That  its  heavenly  food  are  giving; 
Then  the  gain  of  death  we  prove, 
Though  thou  take  what  most  we  love. 

MEINHOLD.    7s,  8s,  7s. 

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Jesus  lives!  no  longer  now 

Can  thy  terrors,  Death,  appall  me; 
Jesus  lives!    nd  well  I  know, 

From  the  dead  he  will  recall  me ; 
Better  life  will  then  commence — 
This  shall  be  my  confidence. 

2  J.       lives!  to  him  the  throne 
Over  all  the  world  is  given; 

I  shall  go  where  he  is  gone, 

Live  and  reign  with  him  in  heaven: 
God  is  pledged;  weak  doubtings,  hence! 
This  shall  be  my  confidence! 

3  "esus  lives!  henceforth  is  death 
Entrance  into  life  immortal; 

Calmly  I  can  yield  my  breath, 

Fearless  tread  the  frowning  portal; 
Lord,  when  faileth  flesh  and  sense, 
Thou  wilt  be  my  confidence! 

JOHANN  SEBASTIAN  BACH. 

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Behold  the  western  evening  light! 

It  melts  in  deepening  gloom: 
So  calmly  Christians  sink  away, 

Descending  to  the  tomb. 
The  winds  breathe  low,  the  withering  leaf 

Scarce  whispers  from  the  tree: 
So  gently  flows  the  parting  breath, 

When  good  men  cease  to  be. 

2  How  beautiful  on  all  the  hills 
The  crimson  light  is  shed! 

'Tis  like  the  peace  the  Christian  gives 

To  mourners  round  his  bed. 
How  mildly  on  the  wandering  cloud 

The  sunset  beam  is  cast! 
'T  is  like  the  memory  left  behind 

When  loved  ones  breathe  their  last. 

3  And  now  above  the  dews  of  night 
The  rising  star  appears: 

So  faith  springs  in  the  heart  of  those 
Whose  eyes  are  bathed  in  tears. 

But  soon  the  morning's  happier  light 
Its  glory  shall  restore, 

And  eyelids  that  are  sealed  in  death 
Shall  wake  to  close  no  more. 


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"UU  "Number  our  days."  r.  heber. 

Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 

Is  equal  warning  given; 
Beneath  as  he  the  countless  dead, 

Above  us  is  the  heaven! 
Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze, 

And  lurks  in  every  flower; 
Each  season  hath  its  own  disease, 

Its  peril  every  hour! 

2  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 
Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay; 

And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night 

On  manhood's  middle  day. 
Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 

Halt  feebly  to  the  tomb; 
And  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage, 

And  dreams  of  days  to  come? 

3  Then,  mortal,  turn!  thy  danger  know; 
Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 

The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead! 

Turn,  mortal,  turn!  thy  soul  apply 
To  truths  divinely  given: 

The  dead,  who  underneath  thee  lie, 
Shall  live  for  hell  or  heaven! 


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Rise  from  transi-tory  things  Tow'rd  heaven,  thy  na  -  tive  place: 


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Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay; 


Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove;  Rise, my  soul,  and  haste  away       To  seats  prepared    a  -  bove. 


vdv  The  better  portion.  r.  seagrave. 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace; 
Rise  from  transitory  things 

Toward  heaven,  thy  native  place: 
Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay ; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 
Nor  stay  in  all  their  course; 

Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source: 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 
Press  onward  to  the  prize; 

Soon  our  Saviour  will  return 
Triumphant  in  the  skies: 

QENEVA.    7s,  6s.  D. 


Yet  a  season, — and  you  know 
Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 

All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

v  x:\7  "Our  earthly  house."  j.  burtoi 

Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home: 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb ; 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms; 
All  that's  mortal  soon  shall  be 

Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 

2  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb ; 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty,  soon,  above, 
Far  beyond  the  world's  annoy, 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 

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1.  Why  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ?  What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are !  Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy,  And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 


WTtl  "His  beloved  sleepy  I.  watts. 

Why  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? 

What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are  I 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 

And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife 
Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 

We  still  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 


ST.  EDMUND'S.    L.  M. 


3  Oh,  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 

Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 

While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there ! 


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F    J.  HAYDN. 


1  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies,— When  sinks  a    weary  soul  to  rest !    How  mildly  beam  the 


closing  eyes!  How  gently  heaves  th' expiring  breast ! 


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t/'XrfW  Death  of  the  Righteous.  A.  L.  barbauld. 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies, — 
When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ! 

How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes ! 

How  gently  heaves  the  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer-cloud  away; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, — 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys; 
And  naught  disturbs  that  peace  profound, 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 


4  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 
Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies; 

While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, — 
"  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  1 " 

v'tO  Psalm  go.  i.  watts. 

Through  every  age,  eternal  God ! 
Thou  art  our  Rest,  our  safe  Abode; 
High  was  thy  throne,  ere  heaven  was  made, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footstool  laid. 

2  Long  hadst  thou  reigned,  ere  time  began, 
Or  dust  was  fashioned  into  man; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  shall  endure, 
When  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 

3  Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
Sweeps  us  away;  our  life's  a  dream; 
An  empty  tale;  a  morning  flower, 
Cut  down,  and  withered  in  an  hour. 

4  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  span, 
Till  thine  own  grace,  so  rich,  so  free, 
Fit  us  to  die  and  dwell  with  thee. 


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Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep  ! 
From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 
:   Asleep  in  Jesus  !  oh,  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 
That  death  hath  lost  its  venomed  sting! 


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Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear — no  woe,  shall  dim  the  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus !  oh,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be: 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 


FEDERAL  STREET.    L.  M. 


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2  Is  there  no  kind,  no  lenient  art, 
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4  Then  gentle  patience  smiles  on  pain, 
And  dying  hope  revives  again; 

Hope  wipes  the  tear  from  sorrow's  eye, 
And  faith  points  upward  to  the  sky. 


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"For  ever  with  the  Lord !" 

So,  Jesus!  let  it  be; 
Life  from,  the  dead  is  in  that  word ; 

'Tis  immortality. 

2  Here,  in  the  body  pent, 
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3  My  Father's  house  on  high, 
Home  of  my  soul !  how  near, 

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4  "For  ever  with  the  Lord !" 
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6  Knowing  as  I  am  known, 
How  shall  I  love  that  word, 

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Oh,  for  the  death  of  those 
Who  slumber  in  the  Lord ! 

Oh,  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 
Like  theirs  my  last  reward  ! 


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2  Their  bodies  in  the  ground, 
In  silent  hope  may  lie, 

Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 
Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 

3  Their  ransomed  spirits  soar 
On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 

To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore, 
And  reign  with  him  above. 

4  With  us  their  names  shall  live 
Through  long  succeeding  years, 

Embalmed  with  all  our  hearts  can  give, 
Our  praises  and  our  tears. 

VTO  "  I  will  wait."  h.  bonar. 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll, 
A  few  more  seasons  come; 

And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest, 
Asleep  within  the  tomb; — 

2  A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 
On  this  wild  rocky  shore; 

And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  cease, 
And  surges  swell  no  more: — 

3  A  few  more  struggles  here, 
A  few  more  partings  o'er, 

A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 
And  we  shall  weep  no  more. 

4  Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 
My  soul  for  that  glad  day; 

Oh,  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away ! 


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THE   CHRISTIAN'S   DEATH. 


TANSUR. 


vO"  "Where  is  thy  sting?"  i.  watts. 

Oh,  for  an  overcoming  faith, 

To  cheer  ray  dying  hours; 
To  triumph  o'er  approaching  death, 

And  all  his  frightful  powers  ! 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 
My  quivering  lip  should  sing, — 

"Where  is  thy  boasted  victory,  grave; 
And  where,  0  death,  thy  sting  ? " 

3  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 
Immortal  thanks  be  paid; — 

Who  makes  us  conquerors,  while  we  die, 
Through  Christ,  our  living  Head ! 

«/0  A  "I  shall  go  to  him."'  h.  k.  white. 

Through  sorrow's  night,  and  danger's  path, 

Amid  the  deepening  gloom, 
We,  followers  of  our  suffering  Lord, 

Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 
And  all  our  powers  decay, 

Our  cold  remains,  in  solitude, 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 
In  this  our  last  retreat, 

Unheeded  o'er  our  silent  dust 
The  storms  of  earth  shall  beat. 

4  Yet  not  thus  buried  or  extinct, 
The  vital  spark  shall  lie: 

For  o'er  life's  wreck  that  spark  shall  rise 
To  seek  its  kindred  sky. 


5  These  ashes,  too,  this  little  dust, 
Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 

Till  the  last  angel  rise  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

6  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 
Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 

And  the  long  silent  voice  awake 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 


RAY  PALMER. 


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Frail  nature  trembles  at  the  gloom, 

And  anxious  fears  arise. 

2  Why  shrinks  my  soul  ? — in  death's  embrace 
Once  Jesus  captive  slept: 

And  angels,  hovering  o'er  the  place, 
His  lowly  pillow  kept. 

3  Thus  shall  they  guard  my  sleeping  dust, 
And,  as  the  Saviour  rose, 

The  grave  again  shall  yield  her  trust, 
And  end  my  deep  repose. 

4  My  Lord,  before  to  glory  gone, 
Shall  bid  me  come  away; 

And  calm  and  bright  shall  break  the  dawn 
Of  heaven's  eternal  day, 

5  Then  let  my  faith  each  fear  dispel, 
And  gild  with  light  the  grave; 

To  him  my  loftiest  praises  swell, 
Who  died,  from  death  to  save. 


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I.  WATTS. 


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Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 

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And  scattered  all  the  gloom. 


6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise; 
Awake!  ye  nations  under  ground; 

Ye  saints!  ascend  the  skies. 


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How  vain-  is  all  beneath  the  skies  ! 

How  transient  every  earthly  bliss  ! 
How  slender  all  the  fondest  ties 

That  bind  us  to  a  world  like  this ! 

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The  glory  of  a  passing  hour. 

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Dispel  our  cares  and  chase  our  fears : 

If  God  be  ours,  we're  traveling  home, 
Though  passing  through  a  vale  of  tears. 

MERIBAH.    C.  P.M. 


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What  sinners  value  I  resign; 

Lord  !  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine; 

1  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life's  a  dream — an  empty  show; 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere; 
When  shall  I  wake,  and  find  me  there  ? 

3  Oh,  glorious  hour !  oh,  blest  abode ! 
I  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound; 
Then  burst  the  chains,  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise ! 


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What  is  life  ?  't  is  but  a  vapor, 

Soon  it  vanishes  away; 
Life  is  but  a  dying  taper — 

O  my  soul,  why  wish  to  stay? 
Why  not  spread  thy  wings  and  fly 
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Sing  with  rapture  of  his  love; 

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Filling  all  the  courts  above. 
Why  not  spread,  etc. 

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'Midst  the  ransomed  crowd  appear; 

Thine  a  joyful  wondrous  story, 
One  that  angels  love  to  hear. 
Why  not  spread,  etc. 


LADY  HUNTINGTON. 


vO  #    c.  P.  M.     The  Tribunal. 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come  3  0  Lord,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace 

To  take  thy  ransomed  people  home,  Be  thou  my  only  hiding-placef       ' 

Shall  I  among  them  stand?  ln  this  the  accepted  day; 

Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I,  Thy  pardoning  voice,  oh,  let  me  hear 

Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die,  To  still  my  unbelieving  fear 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand?  Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray    ' 


2  I  love  to  meet  thy  people  now, 
Before  thy  feet  with  them  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all; 
But,  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought, 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 


4  Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 
Whene'er  the  archangel's  trump  shall  sound 

To  see  thy  smiling  face; 
Then  loudest  of  the  throng  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 


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How  swift  the  torrent  rolls, 

That  bears  us  to  the  sea, 
The  tide  that  hurries  thoughtless  souls 

To  vast  eternity! 

2  Our  fathers,  where  are  they, 
With  all  they  called  their  own? 

Their  joys  and  griefs,  and  hopes  and  cares, 
And  wealth  and  honor  gone. 

3  God  of  our  fathers,  hear, 
Thou  everlasting  Friend! 

While  we,  as  on  life's  utmost  verge, 
Our  souls  to  thee  commend. 

4  Of  all  the  pious  dead 

May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 
Till  with  them,  in  the  land  of  light, 
We  dwell  before  thy  face. 

t/Ov  " How  long,  O  Lord!"  h.  bonar. 

The  Church  has  waited  long 

Her  absent  Lord  to  see; 
And  still  in  loneliness  she  waits, 

A  friendless  stranger  she. 

2  How  long,  O  Lord  our  God, 
Holy  and  true  and  good, 

Wilt  thou  not  judge  thy  suffering  Church, 
Her  sighs  and  tears  and  blood? 

3  Saint  after  saint  on  earth, 
Has  lived  and  loved  and  died; 

And  as  they  left  us,  one  by  one, 
We  laid  them  side  by  side. 


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4  We  laid  them  down  to  sleep, 
But  not  in  hope  forlorn; 

We  laid  them  but  to  ripen  there, 
Till  the  last  glorious  morn. 

5  We  long  to  hear  thy  voice, 
To  see  thee  face  to  face, 

To  share  thy  crown  and  glory  then, 
As  now  we  share  thy  grace. 

6  Come,  Lord,  and  wipe  away 
The  curse,  the  sin,  the  stain, 

And  make  this  blighted  world  of  ours 
Thine  own  fair  world  again. 


The  Pious  Dead. 


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For  all  thy  saints,  O  God, 
Who  strove  in  Christ  to  live, 

Who  followed  him,  obeyed,  adored, 
Our  gratefnl  hymn  receive. 

2  For  all  thy  saints,  O  God, 
Accept  our  thankful  cry, 

Who  counted  Christ  their  great  reward, 
And  yearned  for  him  to  die. 

3  They  all,  in  life  and  death, 
With  him,  their  Lord,  in  view, 

Learned  from  thy  Holy  Spirit's  breath 
To  suffer  and  to  do. 

4  For  this  thy  name  we  bless, 
And  humbly  pray  that  we 

May  follow  them  in  holiness, 
And  live  and  die  in  thee. 


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It  is  not  death  to  die — 

To  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  'mid  the  brotherhood  on  high, 

To  be  at  home  with  God. 

2  It  is  not  death  to  close 

The  eye  long  dimmed  by  tears, 
And  wake,  in  glorious  repose 
To  spend  eternal  years. 

3  It  is  not  death  to  bear 

The  wrench  that  sets  us  free 
From  dungeon  chain, — to  breathe  the  air 
Of  boundless  liberty. 

4  It  is  not  death  to  fling 
Aside  this  sinful  dust, 

And  rise,  on  strong  exulting  wing, 
To  live  among  the  just. 

5  Jesus,  thou  Prince  of  life ! 
Thy  chosen  cannot  die; 

Like  thee,  they  conquer  in  the  strife, 
To  reign  with  thee  on  high. 

*j\Jhi  Death  of  a  Minister,      j.  Montgomery. 

Servant  of  God,  well  done  ! 

Rest  from  thy  loved  employ: 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won, 

Enter  thy  Master's  joy  ! 

2  The  voice  at  midnight  came; 

He  started  up  to  hear; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame; 

He  fell,  but  felt  no  fear. 


3  His  spirit  with  a  bound 
Left  its  encumbering  clay: 

His  tent,  at  sunrise,  on  the  ground 
A  darkened  ruin  lay. 

4  The  pains  of  death  are  past, 
Labor  and  sorrow  cease, 

And,  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

5  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done  1 
Praise  be  thy  new  employ; 

And,  while  eternal  ages  run, 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 

0\Jt9  "■  With  thy  might."  H.  bonar. 

Make  haste,  0  man,  to  live, 
For  thou  so  soon  must  die; 

Time  hurries  past  thee  like  the  breeze ; 
How  swift  its  moments  fly  ! 

2  To  breathe,  and  wake,  and  sleep, 
To  smile,  to  sigh,  to  grieve, 

To  move  in  idleness  through  earth — 
This,  this  is  not  to  live. 

3  Make  haste,  0  man,  to  do 
Whatever  must  be  done; 

Thou  hast  no  time  to  lose  in  sloth, 
Thy  day  will  soon  be  gone. 

4  Up,  then,  with  speed,  and  work; 
Fling  ease  and  self  away — 

This  is  no  time  for  thee  to  sleep — 
Up,  watch,  and  work,  and  pray  I 


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vOt  c.  M.  t».  Psalm  90.  I.  watts. 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come  ; 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 

And  our  eternal  home  : — 
Under  the  shadow  of  thy  throne 

Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure ; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 

And  our  defence  is  sure. 

2  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 
Or  earth  received  her  frame, 

From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 

To  endless  years  the  same. 
A  thousand  ages,  in  thy  sight, 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 

Before  the  rising  sun. 

3  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 
Bears  all  its  sons  away  ; 

They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 

Dies  at  the  opening  day. 
Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 

And  our  eternal  home. 

tfUtf  p.  m.  Death  is  Transition.      R.  p.  dunn,  tr. 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  go  unto  our  God  ; 
This  gloomy  earth  forsaking, 
Our  journey  homeward  taking, 

Along  the  starry  road. 

2  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 
Heaven's  citizen  to  be  ', 

A  crown  immortal  wearing, 
And  rest  unbroken  sharing, 
From  care  and  conflict  free. 

3  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  wear  a  heavenly  crown ; 
Among  God's  people  dwelling, 
The  glorious  triumph  swelling, 

Of  him  whose  sway  we  own. 

4  Oh,  no  !  this  is  not  dying, 
Thou  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 

There,  streams  of  love  are  flowing, 
No  hindrance  ever  knowing ; 
Here,  only  drops  we  find. 

«7UU  l.  M.         Burial  of  Believers.  r.  watts. 

Unvail  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  ! 
Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 


And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear, 
Invade  thy  bounds  ; — no  mortal  woes 

Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept ;  God's  dying  Son 
Passed  thro'  the  grave  and  blessed  the 

bed ! 
Rest  here,  blest  saint !  till,  from  his  throne, 
The   morning  break,    and  pierce  the 
shade. 

4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn ! 
Attend,  O  earth  !  his  sovereign  word; 

Restore  thy  trust ; — a  glorious  form 
Shall  then  arise  to  meet  the  Lord. 

t/O  I     Irr.M.         The  Soul  Departing.  a.  popb. 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame  ! 
Quit,  oh,  quit  this  mortal  frame  *, 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying — 
Oh,  the  pain  ! — the  bliss  of  dying  ! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life  ! 

2  Hark  !  they  whisper  ;  angels  say, 
"  Sister  spirit,  come  away  j n 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite? — 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirits,  draws  my  breath  ? — 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death! 

3  The  world  recedes — it  disappears ! 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes ! — my  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring  ! 

Lend,  lend  your  wings  !    I  mount !  I  fly  ! 
"  O  Grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
O  Death !  where  is  thy  sting  ?  " 


C.  ELLIOTT. 


«7VO  L.  M.  John  17:  24. 

Let  me  be  with  thee  where  thou  art, 
My  Saviour,  my  eternal  Rest ; 

Then  only  will  this  longing  heart 
Be  fully  and  for  ever  blest. 

2  Let  me  be  with  thee  where  thou  art, 
Thine  unvailed  glory  to  behold  ; 

Then  only  will  this  wandering  heart 
Cease  to  be  false  to  thee  and  cold. 

3  Let  me  be  wi  ih  thee  where  thou  art, 
Wherenonecandie,wherenone  remove; 

There  neither  death  nor  life  will  part 
Me  from  thy  presence  and  thy  love. 


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wU«/ClMl  5^5  3:17-20.  R.BLAIR. 

How  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave  ! 

Where,  life's  vain  tumults  past, 
The  appointed  house,  by  heaven's  decree, 

Receives  us  all  at  last. 

2  The  wicked  there  from  troubling  cease ; 
Their  passions  rage  no  more  ; 

And  there  the  weary  pilgrim  rests 
From  all  the  toils  he  bore. 

3  There  servants,  masters,   small    and 
Partake  the  same  repose  ;  [great, 

And  there,  in  peace,  the  ashes  mix 
Of  those  who  once  were  foes. 

4  All,  leveled  by  the  hand  of  death, 
Lie  sleeping  in  the  tomb, 

Till  God  in  judgment  calls  them  forth 
To  meet  their  final  doom. 

*7  i  U  c<  h,  Xo  die  is  gain.        \v.  h.  bathcrst. 

Why  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow, 

When  God  recalls  his  own  ; 
And  bids  them  leave  a  world  of  woe 

For  an  immortal  crown  ? 

2  Is  not  ev'n  death  a  gain  to  those 
Whose  life  to  God  was  given  f 

Gladly  to  earth  their  eyes  they  close, 
To  open  them  in  heaven. 

3  Their  toils  are  past,  their  work  is  done, 
And  they  are  fully  blest : 

They  fought  the  fight,  the  victory  won, 
And  entered  into  rest. 

4  Then  let  our  sorrows  cease  to  flow, — 
God  has  recalled  his  own  ; 

And  let  our  hearts  in  every  woe, 
Still  say,— "  Thy  will  be  done  ! n 

*■*  •  A    P.  M.  The  Cemetery.        j.  Montgomery. 

This  place  is  holy  ground  ! 

World,  with  its  cares,  away  ! 
A  holy,  solemn  stillness,  round 

This  lifeless,  mouldering  clay  • 
Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear, 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here. 

2  Behold  the  bed  of  death. 

The  pale  and  mortal  clay  ! 
Heard  ye  the  sob  of  parting  breath  ? 

Marked  ye  the  eye's  last  ray  .- 
No  !  life  so  sweetly  ceased  to  be, 
It  lapsed  in  immortality. 


3  Bury  the  dead,  and  weep 

In  stillness  o'er  the  loss  ! 
Bury  the  dead !  in  Christ  they  sleep 

Who  bore  on  earth  his  cross  ; 
And  from  the  grave  their  dust  shall  rise, 
In  his  own  image  to  the  skies. 

&  '  ■'w  ios.  Death  at  Prime.        j.  Montgomery. 

Go  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious  prime  ! 
In  full  activity  of  zeal  and  power  ; 
A  Christian  cannot  die  before  his  time ; 
The  Lord's  appointment  is  the  servant's 
hour. 

2  Go  to  the  grave  ;  at  noon  from  labor 

cease  j  [done ; 

Rest  on  thy  sheaves,  thy  harvest-task  is 
Come   from   the  heat  cf  battle,  and  in 

peace,  [won. 

Soldier  !  go  home  ;  with  thee  the  fight  is 

3  Go  to  the  grave,  for  there  thy  Saviour 

lay 
In  death's  embraces,  ere  he  rose  on  high  ; 
And  all  the  ransomed,  by  that  narrow 

way, 
Pass  to  eternal  life  beyond  the  sky. 

4  Go  to  the  grave  !  no,  take  thy  seat 

above  ! 
Be  thy  pure  spirit  present  with  the  Lord, 
Where  thou  for  faith  and  hope  hast  per- 
fect love, 
And  open  vision  for  the  written  Word. 


L=  M.  Be  Pitiful,  O  God.      C.  F.  ALEXANDER. 


973 

0  Sox  of  God,  in  glory  crowned, 

The  Judge  ordained  of  quick  and  dead ! 

0  Son  of  man,  so  pitying  found 
For  all  the  tears  thy  people  shed  ! 

2  Be  with  us  in  this  darkened  place, — 
This  weary,  restless,  dangerous  night; 

And  teach,  oh,  teach  us,  by  thy  grace, 
To  struggle  onward  into  light ! 

3  And  since,  in  God's  recording  book. 
Our  sins  are  written,  every  one, — 

The  crime,  the  wrath,  the  wandering  look, 
The  good  we  knew,  and  left  undone  j — 

4  Lord,   ere  the   last   dread   trump   be 

heard, 
And  ere  before  thy  face  we  stand, 
Look  thou  on  each  accusing  word, 
And  blot  it  with  thy  bleeding  hand. 


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Yiew  him  seated  on  his  throne  ! 
Kow,  poor  sinner,  now  lamenting, 

Stand  and  hear  thine  awful  doom; 
Trumpets  call  thee, 

Stand  and  hear  thine  awful  doom ! 

2  Hear  the  cries  he  now  is  venting, 
Filled  with  dread  of  fiercer  pain ; 

While  in  anguish  thus  lamenting 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again — 

Greatly  mourning 
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3  "Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 
With  the  marks  of  dying  love; 

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Hark  ! — the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 

Shakes  the  vast  creation  round: 
How  the  summons 

Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound ! 

2  See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing, 
Clothed  in  majesty  divine  ! 

You,  who  long  for  his  appearing, 
Then  shall  say,  "This  God  is  mine  l" 

Gracious  Saviour ! 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine. 

3  At  his  call,  the  dead  awaken, 
Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea; 

All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee: 

Careless  sinner ! 
What  will  then  become  of  thee? 


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Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear ! 

The  end  of  things  created  ! 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated: 
The  trumpet  sounds;  the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contained  before; 

Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  him. 

2  The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise, 
At  the  last  trumpet's  sounding — 

Caught  up  to  meet  him  in  the  skies, 
With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding;. 

£0  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay, 

His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 
On  those  prepared  to  meet  him. 

3  But  sinners,  filled  with  guilty  fears, 
Behold  his  wrath  prevailing; 

For  they  shall  rise,  and  find  their  tears 

And  sighs  are  unavailing: 
The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone ; 
Trembling  they  stand  before  the  throne, 

All  unprepared  to  meet  him. 

4  Great  God  !  what  do  I  see  and  hear ! 
The  end  of  things  created  ! 

The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated: 
Beneath  his  cross  I  view  the  day 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 

And  thus  prepare  to  meet  him. 


Q?7 

v  ■   ■  "Into  thine  /land."  e.  a.   bowring,  tr. 

When  my  last  hour  is  close  at  hand, 

My  last  sad  journey  taken, 
Do  thou,  Lord  Jesus  !  by  me  stand; 

Let  me  not  be  forsaken: 

0  Lord !  my  spirit  I  resign 
Into  thy  loving  hands  divine; 

'Tis  safe  within  thy  keeping. 

2  Countless  as  sands  upon  the  shore, 
My  sins  may  then  appall  me; 

Yet,  though  my  conscience  vex  me  sore. 

Despair  shall  not  enthrall  me; 
For  as  I  draw  my  latest  breath, 

1  '11  think,  Lord  Christ !  upon  thy  death, 

And  there  find  consolation. 

3  I  shall  not  in  the  grave  remain, 
Since  thou  death's  bonds  hast  severed: 

By  hope  with  thee  to  rise  again, 

From  fear  of  death  delivered, 
I'll  come  to  thee,  where'er  thou  art, — 
Live  with  thee,  from  thee  never  part; 

Therefore  I  die  in  rapture. 

4  And  so  to  Jesus  Christ  I  '11  go, 
My  longing  arms  extending; 

So  fall  asleep,  in  slumber  deep, 

Slumber  that  knows  no  ending; 
Till  Jesus  Christ,  God's  only  Son, 
Opens  the  gates  of  bliss,  leads  on 
To  heaven,  to  life  eternal. 


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HE     GENERAL    JUDGMENT. 


978 

Earth  is  past  away  and  gone, 
All  her  glories,  every  one, 
All  her  pomp  is  broken  down  ; 
God  is  reigning,  God  alone  ! 

2  All  her  high  ones  lowly  lie, 
All  her  mirth  hath  passed  by, 
All  her  merry -hearted  sigh  ; 
God  is  reigning,  God  on  high  ! 

3  No  more  sorrow,  no  more  night ; 
Perfect  joy  and  purest  light ! 
With  his  spotless  saints  and  bright, 
God  is  reigning  in  the  height ! 

4  Blessing,  praise  and  glory  bring ; 
Offer  every  holy  thing  ; 
Everlasting  praises  sing ; 

God  is  reigning,  God  our  King  ! 


H.  ALFORD. 


B.  BEDDOME. 


V  I  O   s.  II.  The  Last  Day., 

Behold,  the  day  is  come; 

The  righteous  Judge  is  near  ; 
And  sinners,  trembling  at  their  doom, 

Shall  soon  their  sentence  hear. 

1  How  awful  is  the  sight ! 
How  loud  the  thunders  roar  ! 

The  sun  forbears  to  give  his  light, 
And  stars  are  seen  no  more. 

3  The  whole  creation  groans  -, 

But  saints  arise  and  sing : 
They  are  the  ransomed  of  the  Lord, 

And  he  their  God  and  King. 

t/Ovf  s,  M#  Now  is  the  time.  p.  doddridgi 

And  will  the  Judge  descend, 

And  must  the  dead  arise, 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 

His  all-discerning  eyes  % 

2  How  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day, 

When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face 
Astonished  shrink  away  ? 

3  But,  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead, 

Hark,  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

4  Ye  sinners  !  seek  his  grace 
Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 

Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 


QC1 

v  ^  *  l.  m.     "  The  Day  of  the  Lord:'  w.  SCOTT. 

The  day  of  wrath  !  that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ! 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  1 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day  ? — 

2  When,  shriveling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll, 
And  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the 

dead ! 

3  Oh,  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  thou,  O  Christ,  the  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

VJ5^  8s,  7s,  4-  "  The  Mighty  God."  w.  goode. 

Lo  !  the  mighty  God  appearing — 
From  on  high  Jehovah  speaks  ! 

Eastern  lands  the  summons  hearing, 
O'er  the  west  his  thunder  breaks: 

Earth  beholds  him : 
Universal  nature  shakes. 

2  Zion,  all  its  light  unfolding, 
God  in  glory  shall  display  : 

Lo  !  he  comes, — nor  silence  holding, 
Fire  and  clouds  prepare  his  way  : 

Tempests  round  him 
Hasten  on  the  dreadful  day. 

3  To  the  heavens  his  voice  ascending, 
To  the  earth  beneath  he  cries — 

"  Souls  immortal  now  descending, 
Let  the  sleeping  dust  arise  ! 

Rise  to  judgment ; 
Let  my  throne  adorn  the  skies. 

4  "  Gather  first  my  saints  around  me, 
Those  who  to  my  covenant  stood  ; 

Those  who  humbly  sought  and  found  me, 
Through  the  dying  Saviour's  blood  : 

Blest  Redeemer ! 
Choicest  sacrifice  to  God!" 

5  Now  the  heavens  on  high  adore  him, 
And  his  righteousness  declare  : 

Sinners  perish  from  before  him, 
But  his  saints  his  mercies  share : 

Just  his  judgment ! 
God,  himself  the  Judge,  is  there. 


THE     GENERAL    JUDGMENT 

9S5 


t)oO  7g.  31.  "Dies  Ira."  H.  alford. 

Day  of  anger !  that  dread  day- 
Shall  the  sign  in  heaven  display, 
And  the  earth  in  ashes  lay  ! 

2  Oh,  what  trembling  shall  appear, 
When  his  coming  shall  be  near, 
Who  shall  all  things  strictly  clear  ! 

3  When  the  trumpet  shall  command, 
Through  the  tombs  of  every  land, 
All  before  the  throne  to  stand  ! 

4  What  shall  I  before  him  say  ? 
How  shall  I  be  safe  that  day — 
When  the  righteous  scarcely  may  1 

c  King  of  awful  majesty, 
Saving  sinners  graciously, — 
Fount  of  mercy  !  save  thou  me  ! 

6  Leave  me  not,  my  Saviour  !  one, 
For  whose  soul  thy  course  was  run ! 
Lest  I  be  that  day  undone ! 

7  Though  unworthy  is  my  prayer, 
Make  my  soul  thy  mercy's  care, 
And  from  death  eternal  spare  ! 

5  When  thy  voice  in  wrath  shall  say, 
Cursed  one,  depart  away  ! 

Call  me  with  thy  blest,  I  pray  ! 


«70*X  l,  M.  The  Lord  Coming.  r.  heber. 

The  Lord  shall  come  !  the  earth  shall 

quake  ! 
The  mountains  to  their  centre  shake  ; 
And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  shall  come  !  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  he  came, — 

A  silent  Lamb  before  his  foes, 
A  weary  man,  and  full  of  woes. 

3  The  Lord  shall  come  !  a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  flame,  and  robe  of  storm, 
On  cherub-wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Anointed  Judge  of  human  kind  ! 

4  While  sinners  in  despair  shall  call, 

u  Rocks,  hide  us  !  mountains,  on  us  fall ! " 
The  saints,  ascending  from  the  tomb, 
Shall  sing,  for  joy,  "  The  Lord  is  come  1 n 


367 


C.   WINKWORTH,   tr. 


L.  M.  7  1.  Isa.  57  :   15. 

Eternity  !  eternity ! 
How  long  art  thou,  eternity  ! 
And  yet  to  thee  time  hastes  away, 
Like  as  the  war  horse  to  the  fray, 
Or  swift  as  couriers  homeward  go, 
Or  ships  to  port,  or  shafts  from  bow  j 
Ponder,  0  man,  eternity  ! 

2  Eternity  !  eternity  ! 
How  long  art  thou,  eternity  ! 
As  long  as  God  is  God,  so  long 
Endure  the  pains  of  hell  and  wrong, 
So  long  the  joys  of  heaven  remain  j 
Oh,  lasting  joy  !  oh,  lasting  pain  ! 
Ponder,  O  man,  eternity  ! 

3  Eternity  !  eternity ! 

How  long  art  thou,  eternity  ! 

O  man,  full  oft  thy  thoughts  should  dwell 

Upon  the  pains  of  sin  and  hell, 

And  on  the  glories  of  the  pure, 

That  do  beyond  all  time  endure; 

Ponder,  O  man,  eternity  ! 


C.   WESLEY. 


*JOV  8s,7s,43.     *Lol  he  comes!" 

Lo  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ! 

Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  ! 

Hallelujah ! 
Jesus  comes,  and  comes  to  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 
Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ! 

Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  him, 
Pierced  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see  ! 

3  Lo  !  the  last  long  separation, 
As  the  cleaving  crowds  divide, 

And  one  dread  adjudication 
Sends  each  soul  to  either  side ! 

Lord  of  mercy  ! 
How  shall  I  that  day  abide  % 

4  Yea,  Amen  !  let  all  adore  thee, 
High  on  thine  eternal  throne ! 

Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory ; 
Make  thy  righteous  sentence  known  I 

Men  and  angels 
Kneel  and  bow  to  thee  alone  ! 


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THE   GENERAL  JUDGMENT. 


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The  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 

"When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 
Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart ! 

How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "Depart!'' 

3  Jesus,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 
And  hang  upon  thy  breast: 

HOWARD,    0.  M. 


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Without  one  gracious  smile  from  thee, 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

4  Oh,  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 
Is  graven  on  thy  hands ! 

Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

5  Give  me  one  kind,  assuring  word, 
To  sink  my  fears  again; 

And  cheerfully  my  soul  shall  wait 
Her  threescore  years  and  ten. 


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t/OO  The  Test  j.  addison. 

When,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 
O'erwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 

1  see  my  Maker  face  to  face, 

Oh,  how  shall  I  appear  ? 

2  If  yet  while  pardon  may  be  found 
And  mercy  may  be  sought, 


My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought; — 

2  When  thou,  0  Lord !  shalt  stand  disclosed 

In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 

Oh,  how  shall  I  appear? 


THE   REST  OF   HEAVEN. 


369 


TAPPAN.    CM. 


GEO.  KINGSLEY. 


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OOfJ  «Let  me  go  over'" 

On  Jordan's  rugged  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  Oh,  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 
That  rises  to  my  sight ! 

Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight! 

3  O'er  all  those  wide  extended  plains 
Shines  one  eternal  day; 

There  God,  the  Son,  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chilling  winds,  or  poisonous  breath, 
Can  reach  that  healthful  shore; 

Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 
And  be  for  ever  blest  ? 

When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

6  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 
Can  here  no  longer  stay; 

Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I  'd  launch  away. 

tftf"  Jesus  exalted.  i.  watts. 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 

Amid  his  Father's  throne ; 
Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name, 

And  songs  before  unknown. 


2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 
The  church  adore  around, 

With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Xow  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Be  endless  blessings  paid! 

Salvation,  glory,  joy  remain 
For  ever  on  thy  head! 

4  Thou  hast  redeemed  our  souls  with  blood, 
Hast  set  the  prisoners  free; 

Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 

vtfX  "A  building  of  God."  i.  WATTS. 

There  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands, 

Eternal,  and  on  high: 
And  here  my  spirit  waiting  stands, 

Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 
Must  be  dissolved  and  fall ; 

Then,  0  my  soul,  with  joy  obey 
Thy  heavenly  Father's  call. 

3  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come; 
Faith  lives  upon  his  word; 

But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 
We  're  absent  from  the  Lord. 

4  Tis  pleasant  to  believe  thy  grace, 
But  we  had  rather  see; 

We  would  be  absent  from  the  flesh, 
And  present,  Lord,  with  thee. 


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2  Beyond  the  blooming  and  the  fading,  | 

I  shall  be  soon;  || 
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I  shall  be  soon;  | 
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F.  W.  FABER. 


O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 

Who  doth  not  crave  for  rest? 
Who  would  not  seek  the  happy  land 
Where  they  that  loved  are  blest? 
Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 
Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 
In  God's  most  holy  sight. 

2  0  Paradise,  0  Paradise, 

The  world  is  growing  old; 
Who  would  not  be  at  rest  and  free 

Where  love  is  never  cold  ? 

Where  loyal  hearts  and  true,  etc. 


3  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 
I  greatly  long  to  see 

The  special  place  my  dearest  Lord 
In  love  prepares  for  me ; 

Where  loyal  hearts  and  true,  etc. 

4  Lord  Jesus,  King  of  Paradise, 
Oh,  keep  me  in  thy  love, 

And  guide  me  to  that  happy  land 
Of  perfect  rest  above; 

Where  loyal  hearts  and  true, 
Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 
In  God's  most  holy  sight. 


T.   R.  TAYLOR. 


***s^  6s,  4s.  " Heaven  is  home. 

I'm  but  a  stranger  here, — 

Heaven  is  my  home; 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear, — 

Heaven  is  my  home; 
Danger  and  sorrow  stand 
Round  me  on  every  hand, 
Heaven  is  my  Fatherland, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

2  What  though  the  tempests  rage  ? 

Heaven  is  my  home; 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage, 

Heaven  is  my  home; 
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And  time's  wild,  wintry  blast, 
Soon  will  be  overpast, 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last, — 
Heaven  is  my  home. 

3  Therefore  I  murmur  not, — 

Heaven  is  my  home; 
Whate'er  my  earthly  lot, 

Heaven  is  my  home; 
And  I  shall  surely  stand 
There,  at  my  Lord's  right  hand ; 
Heaven  is  my  Fatherland, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 


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THE   REST    OF    HEAVEN, 


ST.  alban's  tune  book. 


I  ha?e  a  home  a  -  bove, 


From  sin  and  sorrow  free ;     A  mansion  which  e-ter  -  nal  lore  Designed  and  formed  for  me. 


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UtjO  "A  place  for  you. 

1  have  a  home  above, 
From  sin  and  sorrow  free; 

A  mansion  which  eternal  love 
Designed  and  formed  for  me. 

2  My  Father's  gracious  hand 
Has  built  this  sweet  abode; 

From  everlasting  it  was  planned 
My  dwelling-place  with  God. 

HAVERHILL.    S.  M. 
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H.   BENNETT, 


3  My  Saviour's  precious  blood 
Has  made  my  title  sure; 

He  passed  thro'  death's  dark  raging  flood 
To  make  my  rest  secure. 

4  The  Comforter  has  come, 
The  earnest  has  been  given; 

He  leads  me  onward  to  the  home 
Reserved  for  me  in  heaven. 

LOWELL  MASON". 


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Or  sorrow  entrance  find  ? 
2  Is  there  a  blissful  home, 

Where  kindred  minds  shall  meet, 
And  live,  and  love,  nor  ever  roam 

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While  endless  ages  waste  away, 
Amid  that  glorious  land ! 

4  My  soul  would  thither  tend, 
While  toilsome  years  are  given; 

Then  let  me,  gracious  God,  ascend 
To  sweet  repose  in  heaven ! 

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v O  4  "Go  over  this  Jordan."  I.  WATTS. 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 

And  pleasures  banish  pain. 
There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 

This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

2  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 
Stand  dressed  in  living  green ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 
To  cross  this  narrow  sea; 

And  linger,  shivering  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

3  Oh,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 
These  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 

And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 

With  unbeclouded  eyes: — 
Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 

Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


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*/tf(^7  "Holdfast."  C.F.ALEXANDER. 

The  roseate  hues  of  early  dawn, 

The  brightness  of  the  day, 
The  crimson  of  the  sunset  sky, 

How  fast  they  fade  away ! 
Oh,  for  the  pearly  gates  of  heaven ! 

Oh,  for  the  golden  floor  ! 
Oh,  for  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 

That  setteth  nevermore ! 

2  The  highest  hopes  we  cherish  here, 
How  soon  they  tire  and  faint ! 

How  many  a  spot  defiles  the  robe 
That  wraps  an  earthly  saint ! 

Oh,  for  a  heart  that  never  sins ! 
Oh,  for  a  soul  washed  white  ! 

Oh,  for  a  voice  to  praise  our  King, 
Nor  weary  day  or  night ! 

3  Here  faith  is  ours,  and  heavenly  hope, 
And  grace  to  lead  us  higher; 

But  there  are  perfectness  and  peace, 

Beyond  our  best  desire. 
Oh,  by  thy  love  and  anguish,  Lord, 

And  by  thy  life  laid  down, 
Grant  that  we  fall  not  from  thy  grace, 

Nor  fail  to  reach  our  crown ! 


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Who  are  these  in  bright  array, 

This  innumerable  throng 
Round  the  altar,  night  and  day 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song? — 
11  Worthy  is  the  Lamb,  once  slain, 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain, 

New  dominion  every  hour." 
2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod; 

These  from  great  afflictions  came: 
Now,  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  his  almighty  name, 

I'MAPILGEIM,    P.M. 


Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 
Victor-palms  in  every  hand, 

Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 
More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed; 
Them  the  Lamb,  amid  the  throne, 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead : 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs — 

Perfect  love  dispel  all  fears — 
And  for  ever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tears. 


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I  long  have  wandered  forlorn  and  weary: 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  etc. 

There's  the  city  to  which  I  journey; 
My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer,  is  its  light! 
There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing, 
Nor  any  tears  there,  nor  any  dying! 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  etc, 


lv"U  Pilgrimage.  M.  s.  B.  dana. 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger; 

1  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night! 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 

To  where  the  fountains  are  ever  flowing: 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  etc. 

2  There  the  glory  is  ever  shining! 

Oh,  my  longing  heart,  my  longing  heart  is 
there! 


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■*  Wi         '■"Mighty  to  save."'  c.  l.  Bancroft. 

He  comes  in  blood-stained  garments; 

Upon  his  brow  a  crown; 
The  gates  of  brass  fly  open, 

The  iron  bands  drop  down; 
From  off  the  fettered  captive 

The  chains  of  Satan  fall, 
While  angels  shout  triumphant, 

That  Christ  is  Lord  of  all. 

2  Oh,  Christ,  his  love  is  mighty  ! 

Long-suffering  is  his  grace; 
And  glorious  is  the  splendor 

That  beameth  from  his  face. 
Our  hearts  up-leap  in  gladness 

When  we  behold  that  love, 
As  we  go  singing  onward 

To  dwell  with  him  above. 


Xvfl/iW      Never  separated. 

I  know  no  life  divided, 
0  Lord  of  life,  from  thee; 

In  thee  is  life  provided 
For  all  mankind  and  me: 

1  know  no  death,  0  Jesus, 

Because  I  live  in  thee; 

Thy  death  it  is  that  frees  us 

From  death  eternally. 

2  I  fear  no  tribulation, 
Since,  whatsoe'er  it  be, 

It  makes  no  separation 
Between  my  Lord  and  me. 


R.   MASSIE,  tr. 


If  thou,  my  God  and  Teacher, 
Vouchsafe  to  be  my  own, 

Though  poor,  I  shall  be  richer 
Than  monarch  on  his  throne. 

3  If,  while  on  earth  I  wander, 

My  heart  is  right  and  blest, 
Ah,  what  shall  I  be  yonder, 

In  perfect  peace  and  rest  ? 
Oh,  blessed  thought  !  in  dying 

We  go  to  meet  the  Lord, 
Where  there  shall  be  no  sighing, 

A  kingdom  our  reward. 

lUUO        Heaven  begun  below.  r.  massie,  tr. 

1  build  on  this  foundation, — 
That  Jesus  and  his  blood 

Alone  are  my  salvation, 

The  true  eternal  good. 
To  mine  his  Spirit  speaketh 

Sweet  words  of  soothing  power, 
How  God  to  him  that  seeketh 

For  rest,  hath  rest  in  store. 

2  My  merry  heart  is  springing, 
And  knows  not  how  to  pine: 

'Tis  full  of  joy  and  singing, 

And  radiancy  divine. 
The  sun  whose  smiles  so  cheer  me 

Is  Jesus  Christ  alone: 
To  have  him  always  near  me 

Is  heaven  itself  begun. 


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To  that  dear  land  of  rest ; 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 

1UUO         "  Follow in  his  steps."    J.  M.  neale,  tr. 

O  happy  band  of  pilgrims, 

If  onward  ye  will  tread, 
With  Jesus  as  your  Fellow, 

To  Jesus  as  your  Head. 
The  cross  that  Jesus  carried, ' 

He  carried  as  your  due: 
The  crown  that  Jesus  weareth, 

He  weareth  it  for  you. 

2  The  faith  by  which  ye  see  him, 
The  hope  in  which  ye  yearn, 

The  love  that  through  all  trouble 

To  him  alone  will  turn: 
What  are  they  but  forerunners 

To  lead  you  to  his  sight? 
What  are  they  save  the  effluence 

Of  uncreated  light? 

3  The  trials  that  beset  you, 
The  sorrows  ye  endure, 

The  manifold  temptations 
That  death  alone  can  cure: 

What  are  they,  but  his  jewels 
Of  right  celestial  worth  ? 

What  are  they  but  the  ladder, 
Set  up  to  heaven  on  earth? 


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For  thee,  0  dear,  dear  Country, 

Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep ; 
For  very  love,  beholding 

Thy  happy  name,  they  weep. 
The  mention  of  thy  glory 

Is  unction  to  the  breast, 
And  medicine  in  sickness, 

And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 

2  With  jasper  glow  thy  bulwarks, 
Thy  streets  with  emeralds  blaze; 

The  sardius  and  the  topaz 

Unite  in  thee  their  rays; 
Thine  ageless  walls  are  bonded 

With  amethyst  unpriced; 
The  saints  build  up  its  fabric, 

The  corner-stone  is  Christ. 

3  Thou  hast  no  shore,  fair  ocean; 
Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day: 

Dear  fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrims  far  away: 
Upon  the  Rock  of  ages 

They  raise  thy  holy  tower; 
Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel, 

And  thine  the  golden  dower. 

4  Oh,  sweet  and  blessed  Country, 
The  home  of  God's  elect ! 

Oh,  sweet  and  blessed  Country, 
That  eager  hearts  expect  1 


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Throng  up  the  steeps  of  light: 
'Tis  finished,  all  is  finished, 

Their  fight  with  death  and  sin: 
Fling  open  wide  the  golden  gates, 

And  let  the  victors  in. 

2  What  rush  of  hallelujahs 
Fills  all  the  earth  and  sky! 

What  ringing  of  a  thousand  harps 
Bespeaks  the  triumph  nigh! 

TULLT.    7s,  6s.  D, 


H.  ALFORD. 


Oh,  day,  for  which  creation 
And  all  its  tribes  were  made  I 

Oh,  joy,  for  all  its  former  woes 
A  thousand  fold  repaid! 

3  Oh,  then  what  raptured  greetings 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore, 
What  knitting  severed  friendships  up, 

Where  partings  are  no  more! 
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With      Jesns  as  your  Fellow.  To  ( Omit) , .  \  Jesus  as  your  Head !  The  cross  that  Jesus  carried,  He  carried  as  your  due : 

-The    crown  that  Jesus  weareth,  He  ( Omit) wearethit  for  you. 


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1 WU  I  7~/fc*  New  Jerusalem. 

0  mother  dear,  Jerusalem, 
When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 

When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  0  happy  harbor  of  God's  saints  ! 
O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil ! 

In  thee  no  sorrow  can  be  found, 
Nor  grief,  nor  care,  nor  toil. 

3  Xo  dimly  cloud  o'ershadows  thee, 
Nor  gloom,  nor  darksome  night; 

But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun, 
For  God  himself  gives  light. 

4  Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stone, 
Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square, 

Thy  gates  are  all  of  orient  pearl — 
O  God  !  if  I  were  there  ! 

SHINING  SHORE.    P.M. 


W.   H.  BATH  UR  ST. 


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Oh,  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 

Though  pressed  by  every  foe, 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 

Of  any  earthly  woe  ! — 

2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 
Beneath  the  chastening  rod, 

But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 
Will  lean  upon  its  God; — 

3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 
When  tempests  rage  without; 

That,  when  in  danger,  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness,  feels  no  doubt ;- 

4  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 
And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 

We  '11  taste,  ev'n  here,  the  hallowed  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 


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Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 

In  joy,  and  peace,  in  thee  ! 
Oh,  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 

And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

2  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know: 
Blest  seats  !  thro'  rude  and  stormy  scenes, 

I  onward  press  to  you. 


Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe  I 

Or  feel,  at  death,  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 

And  realms  of  endless  day. 

3  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there, 

Around  my  Saviour  stand; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below, 

Will  join  the  glorious  band. 
Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 

When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 


-IvfAv    p.m.     " Jordan 's  Strand."        d.  nelson. 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 

And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly, 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 

For,  oh,  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 

Our  friends  are  passing  over; 
And  just  before,  the  Shining  Shore 
We  may  almost  discover ! 

2  We  '11  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 
Our  heavenly  home  discerning; 

Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning. — Ref, 


3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 
We  need  not  cease  our  singing; 

That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest, 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. — Ref. 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 
Each  cord  on  earth  to  sever; 

Our  King  says,  Come,  and  there's  our  home 
For  ever,  oh,  for  ever ! 

For,  oh,  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 

Our  friends  are  passing  over; 
And  just  before,  the  Shining  Shore 
We  may  almost  discover ! 


380 


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NAUMANN.    CM. 


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2  'Tis  then  the  soul  is  freed  from  fears 

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On  that  celestial  shore. 

4  There,  purity  with  love  appears, 
And  bliss  without  alloy; 

There,  they,  who  oft  have  sown  in  tears, 
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2  There,  joys,  unseen  by  mortal  eyes 

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Unconscious  of  decay. 


3  Lord!  send  a  beam  of  light  divine, 
To  guide  our  upward  aim; 

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Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

4  Oh,  then,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 
Our  ardent  hope  shall  rise 

To  those  bright  scenes,  where  pleasures  spring 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 


HEAVEN, 


381 


WOODLAND.    CM. 


JL"  A  O  "  ^7  more  death."  w.  b.  tappan. 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wanderers  given; 

There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 

A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast: 

'Tis  found  above — in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, — 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear — but  heaven. 


VICTORY.    8s,  7s,  4s. 

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3  There  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye 
To  brighter  prospects  given; 

And  Views  the  tempest  passiug  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 
And  all  serene — in  heaven 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 
And  joys  supreme  are  given; 

There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven ! 


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*  |  Let  the  glorious  procla-ma-tion  Hope  restore  and  ( Omit) ...  J  faith  increase;  Christ  is  coining !  Come,  thon  blessed  Prince  of  peace! 
N  S  N.  N.  N.  N.     ^y 


PH?  V  V  V  V 
■■•"It       "  Christ  is  coming."  J.  R.  MACDUFF. 

Christ  is  coming  !  let  creation 

Bid  her  groans  and  travail  cease: 
Let  the  glorious  proclamation 

Hope  restore  and  faith  increase ; 
Christ  is  coming ! 

Come,  thou  blessed  Prince  of  peace  1 
2  Earth  can  now  but  tell  the  story 

Of  thy  bitter  cross  and  pain; 
She  shall  yet  behold  thy  glory 

When  thou  comest  back  to  reign; 
Christ  is  coming  ! 

Let  each  heart  repeat  the  strain. 


3  Long  thy  exiles  have  been  pining, 
Far  from  rest,  and  home,  and  thee: 

But,  in  heavenly  vesture  shining, 
Soon  they  shall  thy  glory  see; 

Christ  is  coming  ! 
Haste  the  joyous  jubilee. 

4  With  that  "blessed  hope"  before  us, 
Let  no  harp  remain  unstrung; 

Let  the  mighty  advent  chorus 

Onward  roll  from  tongue  to  tongue; 

Christ  is  coming  ! 
Come,  Lord  Jesus,  quickly  come. 


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Onward  to  it  I  am  hasting — 

On  to  my  eternal  home. 

2  In  it  all  is  light  and  glory; 
O'er  it  shines  a  nightless  day: 

Every  trace  of  sin's  sad  story, 
All  the  curse,  hath  passed  away. 

3  There  the  Lamb,  our  Shepherd,  leads  us 
By  the  streams  of  life  along, — 

On  the  freshest  pastures  feeds  us, 
Turns  our  signing  into  song. 

4  Soon  we  pass  this  desert  dreary, 
Soon  we  bid  farewell  to  pain; 

Never  more  are  sad  or  weary, 
Never,  never  sin  again  I 

J-UAO  "  The  sea  of  glass."  c.  wordsworth. 

Hark  !  the  sound  of  holy  voices, 

Chanting  at  the  crystal  sea, 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 

Hallelujah,  Lord,  to  thee  ! 

2  Multitudes,  which  none  can  number, 
Like  the  stars  in  glory  stand, 

Clothed  in  white  apparel,  holding 
Palms  of  victory  in  their  hands. 

3  They  have  come  from  tribulation, 
And  have  washed  their  robes  in  blood, 

Washed  them  in  the  blood  of  Jesus; 
Tried  they  were  and  firm  they  stood. 


H.    BONAR. 


4  Mocked,  imprisoned,  stoned,  tormented, 
Sawn  asunder,  slain  with  sword, 

They  have  conquered  death  and  Satan 
By  the  might  of  Christ  the  Lord. 

5  Love  and  peace  they  taste  for  ever, 
And  all  truth  and  knowledge  see 

In  the  Beatific  Vision 
Of  the  blessed  Trinity. 

M."M.§  The  City.  s.  baring-gould. 

Daily,  daily  sing  the  praises 
Of  the  City  God  hath  made; 

In  the  beauteous  fields  of  Eden 
Its  foundation-stones  are  laid. 

2  In  the  midst  of  that  dear  City 
Christ  is  reigning  on  his  seat, 

And  the  angels  swing  their  censers 
In  a  ring  about  his  feet. 

3  From  the  throne  a  river  issues, 
Clear  as  crystal,  passing  bright, 

And  it  traverses  the  City 
Like  a  sudden  beam  of  light. 

4  There  the  wind  is  sweetly  fragrant, 
And  is  laden  with  the  song 

Of  the  seraphs,  and  the  elders, 
And  the  great  redeemed  throng. 

5  Oh,  I  would  my  ears  were  open 
Here  to  catch  that  happy  strain ! 

Oh,  I  would  my  eyes  some  vision 
Of  that  Eden  could  attain ! 


HEAVEN, 


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Time,  thou  speedest  on  but  slowly, 

Hours,  how  tardy  is  your  pace  ! 
Ere  with  Him,  the  high  and  holy, 

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Here  is  naught  but  care  and  mourning; 

Comes  a  joy,  it  will  not  stay; 
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2  Onward  then  !  not  long  I  wander 

Ere  my  Saviour  comes  for  me, 
And  with  him  abiding  yonder, 

All  his  glory  I  shall  see. 
Oh,  the  music  and  the  singing 

Of  the  host  redeemed  by  love  ! 
Oh,  the  hallelujahs  ringing 

Through  the  halls  of  light  above  ! 


A  "  A  «7  The  Consummation. 

Jesus,  blessdd  Mediator ! 

Thou  the  airy  path  hast  trod; 


J.  CONDER. 


Thou  the  Judge,  the  Consummator  I 
Shepherd  of  the  fold  of  God ! 

Can  I  trust  a  fellow-being  ? 
Can  I  trust  an  angel's  care  ? 

0  thou  merciful  All-seeing  ! 
Beam  around  my  spirit  there. 

2  Blessed  fold  !  no  foe  can  enter, 
And  no  friend  departeth  thence; 

Jesus  is  their  sun,  their  centre, 
And  their  shield — Omnipotence  ! 

Blessed,  for  the  Lamb  shall  feed  them, 
All  their  tears  shall  wipe  away, 

To  the  living  fountains  lead  them, 
Till  fruition's  perfect  day. 

3  Lo!  it  comes,  that  day  of  wonderl 
Louder  chorals  shake  the  skies: 

Hades'  gates  are  burst  asunder; 

See!  the  new-clothed  myriads  rise! 
Thought!  repress  thy  weak  endeavor; 

Here  must  reason  prostrate  fall; 
Oh,  the  ineffable  Forever! 

And  the  eternal  All  in  All! 


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The  glory  of  the  elect, — 

0  dear  and  future  vision 
That  eager  hearts  expect ! 

Ev'n  now  by  faith  I  see  thee, 
Ev'n  here  thy  walls  discern; 

To  thee  my  thoughts  are  kindled, 
And  strive,  and  pant,  and  yearn  ! 

2  The  Cross  is  all  thy  splendor, 
The  Crucified,  thy  praise; 

His  laud  and  benediction 

Thy  ransomed  people  raise; — 

Jerusalem !  exulting 
On  that  securest  shore, 

1  hope  thee,  wish  thee,  sing  thee, 

And  love  thee  evermore  ! 

3  O  sweet  and  blessed  Country  ! 
Shall  I  e'er  see  thy  face  ? 

O  sweet  and  blessed  Country  ! 

Shall  I  e'er  win  thy  grace? 
Exult,  0  dust  and  ashes ! 

The  Lord  shall  be  thy  part; 
His  only,  his  for  ever, 

Thou  shalt  be,  and  thou  art ! 

1U4-L  " Lamps  trimmed'1    j.  borthwick,  tr. 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  believers ! 
And  let  your  lights  appear  ! 


The  shades  of  eve  are  thickening, 
And  darker  night  is  near; 

The  Bridegroom  is  advancing; 
Each  hour  he  draws  more  nigh; 

Up  1  watch  and  pray,  nor  slumber; 
At  midnight  comes  the  cry. 

2  See  that  your  lamps  are  burning, 
Your  vessels  filled  with  oil; 

Wait  calmly  your  deliverance 
From  earthly  pain  and  toil. 

The  watchers  on  the  mountains 
Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near, 

Go,  meet  him,  as  he  cometh, 
With  hallelujahs  clear. 

3  The  saints,  who  here  in  patience 
Their  cross  and  sufferings  bore, 

With  him  shall  reign  for  ever, 
When  sorrow  is  no  more: 

Around  the  throne  of  glory 
The  Lamb  shall  they  behold, 

Adoring  cast  before  him 
Their  diadems  of  gold. 

4  Our  hope  and  expectation, 
0  Jesus,  now  appear  ! 

Arise,  thou  Sun  so  looked-for, 
O'er  this  benighted  sphere  ! 

With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted, 
We  plead,  0  Lord,  to  see 

The  day  of  our  redemption, 
And  ever  be  with  thee. 


HEAVEN 


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Jerusalem,  the  golden, 

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Beneath  thy  contemplation 

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1  know  not,  oh,  I  know  not, 

What  social  joys  are  there, 
What  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  light  beyond  compare. 

2  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 
All  jubilant  with  song, 

And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 
And  all  the  martyr  throng; 

The  Prince  is  ever  in  them, 
The  daylight  is  serene; 

The  pastures  of  the  blessed 
Are  decked  in  glorious  sheen. 

3  There  is  the  throne  of  David; 
And  there,  from  care  released, 

The  song  of  them  that  triumph, 
The  shout  of  them  that  feast : 

And  they  who,  with  their  Leader, 
Have  conquered  in  the  fight 

For  ever  and  for  ever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 


Al/ r*  O  "Short  toil."  j.  m.  neale,  tr. 

Brief  life  is  here  our  portion; 

Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care; 
The  life,  that  knows  no  ending, 

The  tearless  life,  is  there: 
Oh,  happy  retribution ! 

Short  toil,  eternal  rest; 
For  mortals,  and  for  sinners, 

A  mansion  with  the  blest ! 

2  And  there  is  David's  fountain, 
And  life  in  fullest  glow; 

And  there  the  light  is  golden, 
And  milk  and  honey  flow; 

The  light,  that  hath  no  evening, 
The  health,  that  hath  no  sore, 

The  life,  that  hath  no  ending, 
But  lasteth  evermore. 

3  There  Jesus  shall  embrace  us, 
There  Jesus  be  embraced, — 

That  spirit's  food  and  sunshine; 

Whence  earthly  love  is  chased: 
Yes  !  God  my  King  and  Portion, 

In  fullness  of  his  grace, 
We  then  shall  see  for  ever, 

And  worship  face  to  face. 


386 


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CANAAN, 
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Why  sleep  for  sorrow  now  ? 
The  hope  of  glory,  Christ,  is  thine, 

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Thy  drooping  heart  to  cheer. 
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His  crown,  his  joy  divine; 
And,  sweeter  far  than  all  beside, 

He,  he  himself  is  thine  ! 


As  brethren  dear  they  welcome  us, 

And  lead  us  to  the  throne, 
Where  angels  bow  their  vailed  heads, 

Before  the  Three  in  One ; — 

3  Where  we,  with  all  the  saints  of  God, 

A  white-robed  multitude, 
Shall  praise  the  ascended  Lord,  who  deigns 

To  bear  our  flesh  and  blood ! 
Our  lot  shall  be  for  aye  to  share 

His  reign  of  peace  above: 
And  drink,  with  unexhausted  joy, 

The  river  of  his  love. 


A\/£U  u  Come,  Lord  Jesus."  e.  drnni 

Hope  of  our  hearts,  0  Lord,  appear, 
Thou  glorious  Star  of  day  ! 
I^^sr  Shine  forth,  and  chase  the  dreary  night, 

1U-^D      "  Behold,  i come  quickly."  ■&.  h.  Kennedy.    With  all  our  tears,  away. 
Soon  will  the  heavenly  Bridegroom  come;  No  resting-place  we  seek  on  earth, 


Ye  wedding-guests,  draw  near, 
And  slumber  not  in  sin,  when  he, 

The  Son  of  God,  is  here ! 
Come,  let  us  haste  to  meet  our  Lord, 

And  hail  him  with  delight; 
Who  saved  us  by  his  precious  blood, 

And  sorrows  infinite ! 

2  Beside  him  all  the  patriarchs  old, 
And  holy  prophets  stand; 

The  glorious  apostolic  choir, 
And  noble  martyr  band. 


Ko  loveliness  we  see; 
Our  eye  is  on  the  royal  crown, 
Prepared  for  us — and  thee  ! 

2  But,  dearest  Lord,  however  bright, 

That  crown  of  joy  above, 
What  is  it  to  the  brighter  hope 

Of  dwelling  in  thy  love  ? 
What  to  the  joy,  the  deeper  joy, 

Unmingled,  pure,  and  free, 
Of  union  with  our  living  Head,, 

Of  fellowship  with  thee  ? 


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Lo  !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears, 

To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  passed  away, 

And  the  old  rolling  skies. 

2  From  the  third  heaven  where  God  resides- 
That  holy,  happy  place, — 

The  New  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorned  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending*  angels  shout  for  joy, 
And  the  bright  armies  sing, — 

"Mortals  !  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  your  descending  King: — 

4  "The  God  of  glory,  down  to  men, 
Removes  his  blest  abode; 

Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
And  he  their  loving  God: — 

5  "His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 
From  every  weeping  eye; 

And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
And  death  itself  shall  die  ! " 

6  How  lcng,  dear  Saviour !  oh,  how  long 
Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 

Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time  ! 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

1Uh*0  Messiah's  Reign.  m.  bruce. 

Behold,  the  mountain  of  the  Lord 
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On  mountain  tops,  above  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  The  beam  that  shines  from  Zion's  hill 
Shall  lighten  every  land: 

The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

3  Xo  strife  shall  vex  Messiah's  reign, 
Or  mar  the  peaceful  years; 

To  ploughshares  men  shall  beat  their  swords, 
To  pruning-hooks  their  spears. 

AvffWt/  "Come,  blessed  Lord?"        e.  dehny. 

Light  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart ! 

Star  of  the  coming  day  ! 
Arise,  and  with  thy  morning  beams 

Chase  all  our  griefs  away. 

2  Come,  blessed  Lord  !  let  every  shore 
And  answering  island  sing 

The  praises  of  thy  royal  name, 
And  own  thee  as  their  King. 

3  Jesus !  thy  fair  creation  groans,— 
The  air,  the  earth,  the  sea, — 

In  unison  with  all  our  hearts, 
And  calls  aloud  for  thee. 

4  Thine  was  the  cross,  with  all  its  fruits 
Of  grace  and  peace  divine ; 

Be  thine  the  crown  of  glory  now, 
The  palm  of  victory  thine. 


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Beside  its  aucient  portal 

A  silent  sentry  stands; 
He  only  can  undo  it, 

And  open  wide  the  door; 
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2  Though  dark  and  drear  the  passage 
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To  souls  that  watch  and  wait: 

And  at  the  time  appointed 
A  messenger  comes  down, 

And  guides  the  Lord's  anointed 
From  cross  to  glory's  crown. 

3  Their  sighs  are  lost  in  singing, 
They're  blessed  in  their  tears; 

Their  journey  heavenward  winging, 
They  leave  on  earth  their  fears: 

Death  like  an  angel  seemeth ; 
"We  welcome  thee,"  they  cry; 

Their  face  with  glory  beameth — 
'Tis  life  for  them  to  die  ? 


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O  paradise  eternal  I 

What  bliss  to  enter  thee, 
And,  once  within  thy  portals, 

Secure  for  ever  be ! 
In  thee  no  sin  nor  sorrow, 

No  pain  nor  death,  is  known; 
But  pure  glad  life,  enduring 

As  heaven's  benignant  throne. 

2  There  all  around  shall  love  us, 
And  we  return  their  love; 

One  band  of  happy  spirits, 

One  family  above: 
There  God  shall  be  our  portion, 

And  we  his  jewels  be; 
And  gracing  his  bright  mansions, 

His  smile  reflect  and  see. 

3  So  songs  shall  rise  for  ever, 
While  all  creation  fair, 

Still  more  and  more  revealed, 
Shall  wake  fresh  praises  there- 

O  Paradise  eternal ! 

What  joys  in  thee  are  known ! 

O  God  of  mercy  !  guide  us, 
Till  all  be  felt  our  own. 


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Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 
Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time, 
Draw  back  the  parting  vail,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 
Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth? 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 

So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys? 

3  Should  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
When  we  are  walking  back  to  God  ? 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 

And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

4  To  dwell  with  God — to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoyed  above; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 

1AQO 

XVftftf  "A   Rest."  RAY  PALMER. 

Lord,  thou  wilt  bring  the  joyful  day  ! 

Beyond  earth's  weariness  and  pains, 
Thou  hast  a  mansion  far  away, 

Where  for  thine  own  a  rest  remains 

2  No  sun  there  climbs  the  morning  sky, 
There  never  falls  the  shade  of  night; 

God  and  the  Lamb,  for  ever  nigh, 
O'er  all  shed  everlasting  light. 

3  The  bow  of  mercy  spans  the  throne, 
Emblem  of  love  and  goodness  there ; 

While  notes  to  mortals  all  unknown, 
Float  on  the  calm  celestial  air. 


4  Around  that  throne  bright  legions  stand, 
Redeemed  by  blood  from  sin  and  hell; 

And  shining  forms,  an  angel  band, 
The  mighty  chorus  join  to  swell. 

5  0  Jesus,  bring  us  to  that  rest, 
Where  all  the  ransomed  shall  be  found, 

In  thine  eternal  fullness  blest, 

While  ages  roll  their  cycles  round ! 

AVFOt  "Many  mansions."  ray  palmer. 

Thy  Father's  house  !  thine  own  bright  home  I 
And  thou  hast  there  a  place  for  me ! 

Though  yet  an  exile  here  I  roam, 
That  distant  home  by  faith  I  see. 

2  I  see  its  domes  resplendent  glow, 
Where  beams  of  God's  own  glory  fall; 

And  trees  of  life  immortal  grow, 

Whose  fruits  o'erhang  the  sapphire  walL 

3  I  know  that  thou,  who  on  the  tree 
Didst  deign  our  mortal  guilt  to  bear, 

Wilt  bring  thine  own  to  dwell  with  thee, 
And  waitest  to  receive  me  there ! 

4  Thy  love  will  there  array  my  soul 
In  thine  own  robe  of  spotless  hue; 

And  I  shall  gaze,  while  ages  roll, 
On  thee,  with  raptures  ever  new  ! 

5  Oh,  welcome  day  !  when  thou  my  feet 
Shalt  bring  the  shining  threshold  o'er; 

A  Father's  warm  embrace  to  meet, 
And  dwell  at  home  for  evermore ! 


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In  the  new  Jerusalem. 

2  We  can  see  that  distant  home, 
Though  clouds  rise  dark  between ; 

Faith  views  the  radiant  dome, 
And  a  lustre  flashes  keen 
From  the  new  Jerusalem. 

BUTHERPOBD,    P.M. 


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Oh,  rest  eternal  there  ! 

When  shall  the  exiles  come, 

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In  the  new  Jerusalem  ! 

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Those  mansions  fair  to  see; 

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Life  has  many  a  pleasant  hour, 

Many  a  bright  and  cloudless  day; 
Singing  bird  and  smiling  flower, 
Scatter  sunbeams  on  our  way; 
But  the  sweetest  blossoms  grow 
In  the  land  to  which  we  go. 

2  Earth  has  many  a  cool  retreat, 
Many  a  spot  to  memory  dear; 
Oft  we  find  our  weary  feet 

Lingering  by  some  fountain  clear; 
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3  Like  a  cloud  that  floats  away, 
Like  the  early  morning  dew, 

Here  the  fairest  things  decay; 
There,  are  pleasures  ever  new. 
Only  joy  the  heart  will  know 
In  the  land  to  which  we  go. 

4  'Tis  the  Christian's  promised  land; 
There  is  everlasting  day; 

There  a  Saviour's  loving  hand 
Wipes  the  mourner's  tears  away; 
Oh  !  the  rapture  we  shall  know 
In  the  land  to  which  we  go. 


-I-  vf  O  4     p.  m,  ItnmanueV s  Land.        a.  r.  cousin. 

The  sands  of  time  are  sinking, 

The  dawn  of  heaven  breaks, 
The  summer  morn  I  've  sighed  for, 

The  fair  sweet  morn  awakes: 
Dark,  dark  hath  been  the  midnight, 

But  day-spring  is  at  hand, 
And  glory,  glory  dwelleth 

In  Immanuel's  land. 

2  Oh,  Christ,  he  is  the  fountain, 
The  deep  sweet  well  of  love; 

The  streams  of  earth  I  've  tasted, 
More  deep  I  '11  drink  above. 


There  to  an  ocean  fullness 
His  mercy  doth  expand, 

And  glory,  glory  dwelleth 
In  Immanuel's  land. 

3  The  bride  eyes  not  her  garment, 

But  her  dear  bridegroom's  face; 
I  will  not  gaze  at  glory, 

But  on  my  King  of  Grace — 
Not  at  the  crown  he  gifteth, 

But  on  his  pierced  hand; — 
The  Lamb  is  all  the  glory 

Of  Immanuel's  land. 


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lUOO  Ct  Pi  Mi     Celestial  Praise. 

Thy  mighty  working,  mighty  God  ! 
Wakes  all  my  powers;  I  look  abroad, 

And  can  no  longer  rest ; 
I,  too,  must  sing  when  all  things  sing, 
And  from  my  heart  the  praises  ring 

The  Highest  loveth  best. 

2  If  thou,  in  thy  great  love  to  us, 
Wilt  scatter  joy  and  beauty  thus 

O'er  this  poor  earth  of  ours  ; 
What  nobler  glories  shall  be  given 
Hereafter  in  thy  shining  heaven, 

Set  round  with  golden  towers  ! 

3  What  thrilling  joy,  when  on  our  sight 
Christ's  garden  beams  in  cloudless  light 

Where  all  the  air  is  sweet  ; 
Still  laden  with  the  unwearied  hymn 
From  all  the  thousand  seraphim 

Who  God's  high  praise  repeat ! 

4  Oh,  were  I  there  !  oh,  that  I  now 
Before  thy  throne,  my  God,  could  bow, 

And  bear  my  heavenly  palm  ! 
Then,  like  the  angels,  would  I  raise 
My  voice,  and  sing  thine  endless  praise 

In  many  a  sweet-toned  psalm. 

JL"o\/  L.  M.    "  The  Lamb  is  the  Light"    a.  Steele. 

Oh,  for  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray, 
To  animate  our  feeble  strains, 

From  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day — 
The  blissful  realms  where  Jesus  reigns ! 

2  There,  low  before  his  glorious  throne, 
Adoring  saints  and  angels  fall ; 

And,  with  delightful  worship,  own 
His   smile   their   bliss,  their  heaven, 
their  all. 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head, 
While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rise, 

And  love  and  joy,  and  triumph  spread 
Through  all  the  assemblies  of  the  skies. 

4  He   smiles, — and   seraphs   tune  their 

songs 
To  boundless  rapture,  while  they  gaze; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  joyful  tongues 
Resound  his  everlasting  praise. 

5  There  all  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 
Shall  join  at  last  the  heavenly  choir  : 

Oh,  may  the  joy-inspiring  theme 
Awake  our  faith  and  warm  desire ! 


F.    M.    KNOLL1S. 


There  is  no  night  in  heaven  ; 

In  that  blest  world  above 
Work  never  can  bring  weariness, 

For  work  itself  is  love. 
There  is  no  grief  in  heaven ; 

For  life  is  one  glad  day, 
And  tears  are  of  those  former  things 

Which  all  have  passed  away. 

2  There  is  no  want  in  heaven ; 
The  Lamb  of  God  supplies 

Life's  tree  of  twelve-fold  fruitage  still, 
Life's  spring  which  never  dries. 

There  is  no  sin  in  heaven  ; 
Behold  that  blessed  throng ! 

All  holy  is  their  spotless  robe, 
All  holy  is  their  song. 

3  There  is  no  death  in  heaven  j 
For  they  who  gain  that  shore 

Have  won  their  immortality, 

And  they  can  die  no  more. 
There  is  no  death  in  heaven  ; 

But  when  the  Christian  dies, 
The  angels  wait  his  parted  soul. 

And  waft  it  to  the  skies  ! 

-■-VtfcA   c.  M.  The  New  Song.  i.  watts. 

Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long ; 

'T  is  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father,  to  thy  throne, 

And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There  the  blest  Man,  my  Saviour,  sits; 
The  God,  how  bright  he  shines  ! 

And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs  with  elevated  strains 
Circle  the  throne  around ; 

And  move,  and  charm  the  starry  plains 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs } 
Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing  ; 

Jesus,  the  life  of  both  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 

5  Now  let  me  dwell  on  earth  no  more, 
But  mount  in  haste  above, 

To  bless  the  God  that  I  adore, 
And  sing  the  Man  I  love. 


HEAVEN, 


393 


10-4^  7s,  6s,  d.    "  A  Holy  City."  anon. 

There  is  a  holy  city, 

A  happy  world  above, 
Beyond  the  starry  regions, 

Built  by  the  God  of  love  j 
An  everlasting  temple — 

And  saints  arrayed  in  white, 
There  serve  their  great  Redeemer, 

And  dwell  with  him  in  light. 

2  The  meanest  child  of  glory 
Outshines  the  radiant  sun  j 

But  who  can  speak  the  splendor 

Of  that  eternal  throne 
"Where  Jesus  sits  exalted, 

In  god-like  majesty ! 
The  elders  fall  before  him, 

The  angels  bend  the  knee. 

3  The  hosts  of  saints  around  him 
Proclaim  his  work  of  grace ; 

The  patriarchs  and  prophets, 

And  all  the  godly  race, 
"Who  speak  of  fiery  trials 

And  tortures  on  their  way — 
They  came  from  tribulation 

To  everlasting  day. 

4  And  what  shall  be  my  journey, 
How  long  my  stay  below, 

Or  what  shall  be  my  trials, 

Are  not  for  me  to  know ; 
In  every  day  of  trouble, 

I  '11  raise  my  thoughts  on  high ; 
I'll  think  of  the  bright  temple, 

And  crowns  above  the  sky. 

J-vf"xO  6s,  D.     The  Rest  remaineth.        H.  w.  baker. 

There  is  a  blessed  home 

Beyond  this  land  of  woe, 
Where  trials  never  come, 

Nor  tears  of  sorrow  flow; 
Where  faith  is  lost  in  sight, 

And  patient  hope  is  crowned, 
And  everlasting  light 

Its  glory  throws  around. 
2  There  is  a  land  of  peace, 

Good  angels  know  it  well ; 
Glad  songs  that  never  cease 

Within  its  portals  swell; 
Around  its  glorious  throne 

Ten  thousand  saints  adore 
Christ,  with  the  Father  One, 

And  Spirit,  ever  more. 


3  Look  up,  ye  saints  of  God, 

Nor  fear  to  tread  below 
The  path  your  Saviour  trod 

Of  daily  toil  and  woe ; 
Wait  but  a  little  while 

In  uncomplaining  love, 
His  own  most  gracious  smile 

Shall  welcome  you  above. 


1044 


J.    M.    NEALE,  tr. 

8s,  7s,  6  1.     M The  Lamb's  Wife*1 

Blessed  Salem,  long  expected, 
Vision  bright  of  peace  and  dear  ! 

Who,  of  living  stones  erected, 
Moulded  in  the  heavenly  sphere, 

And,  by  angel-guards  protected, 
Dost  in  bridal-pomp  appear. 

2  From  the  heaven  of  heavens  descend- 
All  prepared  to  meet  thy  Head,    [ing, 

In  thy  robes  of  light  attending, 
Thou  art  to  his  presence  led ; 

Golden  glories,  richly  blending, 

Bound  thy  streets  and  walls  are  shed. 

3  Bright  with  pearls  thy  gates  are  beam- 
Wide  unfolded  they  remain  :  [ing, 

Thither  come,  through  grace  redeeming, 
All  who  wear  Christ's  lowly  chain  : 

And,  his  last  award  esteeming, 
Gladly  share  his  cup  of  pain. 

*viOp,M.     "The  Golden  Shore."  anon. 

Lo,  the  seal  of  death  is  breaking ; 
Those  who  slept  its  sleep  are  waking, 

Heaven  opes  its  portals  fair  ! 
Hark  !  the  harps  of  God  are  ringing, 
Hark  !  the  seraph's  hymn  is  flinging 

Music  on  immortal  air. 

2  There,  no  more  at  eve  declining, 
Suns  without  a  cloud  are  shining 

0"er  the  land  of  life  and  love  ; 
There  the  founts  of  life  are  flowing, 
Flowers  unknown  to  time  are  blowing, 

In  that  radiant  scene  above. 

3  There  no  sigh  of  memory  swelleth ; 
There  no  tear  of  misery  welleth ; 

Hearts  will  bleed  or  break  no  more  ; 
Past  is  all  the  cold  world's  scorning, 
Gone  the  night  and  broke  the  morning 

Over  all  the  golden  shore  ! 


394 


ST.  GEORGE.    7s.  D. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 
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GEORGE  J.  ELVEY. 


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AU'tO  Song  for  Harvest. 

Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest  Home ! 
All  is  safely  gathered  in, 
Ere  the  winter  storms  begin: 
God  our  Maker  doth  provide 
For  our  wants  to  be  supplied: 
Come  to  God's  own  temple,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest  Home  1 


2  We  ourselves  are  God's  own  field, 
Fruit  unto  his  praise  to  yield: 
Wheat  and  tares  together  sown, 
Unto  joy  or  sorrow  grown: 

First  the  blade,  and  then  the  ear, 
Then  the  full  corn  shall  appear: 
Grant,  O  Harvest-Lord,  that  we 
Wholesome  grain  and  pure  may  be ! 

3  For  the  Lord  our  God  shall  come, 
And  shall  take  his  harvest  home: 
From  his  field  shall  in  that  day 

All  offences  purge  away: 
Give  his  angels  charge  at  last 
In  the  fire  the  tares  to  cast: 
But  the  fruitful  ears  to  store 
In  his  garner  evermore. 

4  Then,  thou  Church  Triumphant,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest  Home! 

All  are  safely  gathered  in, 
Free  from  sorrow,  free  from  sin: 


H.  ALFORD. 


There,  for  ever  purified, 
In  God's  garner  to  abide: 
Come,  ten  thousand  angels,  come, 
Raise  the  glorious  Harvest  Home ! 


RAY  PALMER. 


1 U4:  4  The  close  of  the  year. 

Thou  who  roll'st  the  year  around, 

Crowned  with  mercies  large  and  free, 
Rich  thy  gifts  to  us  abound, 

Warm  our  praise  shall  rise  to  thee. 
Kindly  to  our  worship  bow, 

While  our  grateful  thanks  we  tell, 
That,  sustained  by  thee,  we  now 

Bid  the  parting  year — farewell ! 

2  All  its  numbered  days  are  sped, 
All  its  busy  scenes  are  o'er, 

All  its  joys  for  ever  fled, 
All  its  sorrows  felt  no  more. 

Mingled  with  the  eternal  past, 
Its  remembrance  shall  decay; 

Yet  to  be  revived  at  last 
At  the  solemn  judgment-day. 

3  All  our  follies,  Lord,  forgive ! 
Cleanse  us  from  each  guilty  stain; 

Let  thy  grace  within  us  live, 
That  we  spend  not  years  in  vain. 

Then,  when  life's  last  eve  shall  come, 
Happy  spirits,  may  we  fly 

To  our  everlasting  home, 

To  our  Father's  house  on  high  J 


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XUttO  New  Year.  j.  newton. 

While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Nevermore  to  meet  us  here: 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, — 

But  how  little  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 
Speedily  the  mark  to  find; 

As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 
Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind, 

Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream; 

Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive ; 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 

Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live, 

With  eternity  in  view: 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love; 
And,  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above! 

A"*:*/  Independence  Day.  n.  strong. 

Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song; 
Praises  to  our  God  belong; 
Saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
Praises  to  the  heavenly  King. 


Blessings  from  his  liberal  hand 
Flow  around  this  happy  land: 
Kept  by  him,  no  foes  annoy; 
Peace  and  freedom  we  enjoy. 

2  Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sway 
May  we  cheerfully  obey; 
Never  feel  oppression's  rod, 
Ever  own  and  worship  God. 
Hark  !  the  voice  of  nature  sings 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings; 
Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
And  the  grateful  notes  prolong. 

L\JtM\J  Thanksgiving.        a.  l.  barbauld. 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days ! 
Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy, 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 
For  the  blessings  of  the  field, 
For  the  stores  the  gardens  yield; 
For  the  fruits  in  full  supply, 
Ripened  'neath  the  summer  sky; — 

2  All  that  spring  with  bounteous  hand 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land; 
All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich,  o'erflowing  stores; 
These  to  thee,  my  God,  we  owe, 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow; 
And  for  these  my  soul  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 


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Lord  !  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray, 

•Of  every  clime  and  coast, 
Oh,  hear  us  for  our  native  land, 

The  land  we  love  the  most. 

2  Oh,  guard  our  shores  from  every  foe, 
With  peace  our  borders  bless, 

With  prosperous  times  our  cities  crown, 
Our  fields  with  plenteousness. 

3  Unite  us  in  the  sacred  love 

Of  knowledge,  truth,  and  thee: 
And  let  our  hills  and  valleys  shout 
The  songs  of  liberty. 

4  Here  may  religion,  pure  and  mild, 
Smile  on  our  Sabbath  hours; 

And  piety  and  virtue  bless 
The  home  of  us  and  ours. 

5  Lord  of  the  nations,  thus  to  thee 
Our  country  we  commend; 

Be  thou  her  refuge  and  her  trust, 
Her  everlasting  friend. 

AUOrfW  The  Traveler' s  Hymn.         j.  addison. 

How  are  thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord  ! 

How  sure  is  their  defence ! 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 

Their  help,  Omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care, 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 

And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 


3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 
High  on  the  broken  wave, 

They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

4  The  storm  is  laid,  the  winds  retire, 
Obedient  to  thy  will; 

The  sea,  that  roars  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  is  still. 

5  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 
Thy  goodness  we'll  adore; 

We'll  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

6  Our  life,  while  thou  preserv'st  that  life, 
Thy  sacrifice  shall  be; 

And  death,  when  death  shall  be  our  lot, 
Shall  join  our  souls  to  thee. 

XvtlO  Prayer  for  Seamen.        p.  h.  brow* 

We  come,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 

And,  with  united  plea, 
We  meet  and  pray  for  those  who  roam 

Far  off  upon  the  sea. 

2  Oh,  may  the  Holy  Spirit  bow 
The  sailor's  heart  to  thee, 

Till  tears  of  deep  repentance  flow, 
Like  rain-drops  in  the  sea ! 

3  Then  may  a  Saviour's  dying  love 
Pour  peace  into  his  breast, 

And  waft  him  to  the  port  above 
Of  everlasting  rest. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


397 


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We  know  not  what  shall  be; 

But  we  would  leave  without  a  fear 
Its  ordering  all  to  thee. 

2  It  may  be  we  shall  toil  in  vain 
For  what  the  world  holds  fair; 

And  all  the  good  we  thought  to  gain 
Deceive  and  prove  but  care. 

3  It  may  be  it  shall  darkly  blend 
Our  love  with  anxious  fears, 

And  snatch  away  the  valued  friend, 
The  tried  of  many  years. 

4  It  may  be  it  shall  bring  us  days 
And  nights  of  lingering  pain; 

And  bid  us  take  a  farewell  gaze 
Of  these  loved  haunts  of  men. 

5  But  calmly,  Lord,  on  thee  we  rest; 
No  fears  our  trust  shall  move; 

Thou  kuowest  what  for  each  is  best, 
And  thou  art  Perfect  Love. 

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J-VtltF  Close  of  the  Year.  i.  wattj 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Name  ! 

And  humbly  own  to  thee 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 

What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 

2  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 
The  breath  that  first  it  gave; 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We're  traveling  to  the  grave. 


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3  Great  God  !  on  what  a  slender  thread 
Hang  everlasting  things ! 

The  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings ! 

4  Infinite  joy,  or  endless  woe, 
Attends  on  every  breath; 

And  yet,  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

5  Waken,  0  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense 
To  walk  this  dangerous  road ! 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God. 


Close  of  the  Year. 


WOO  Liose  of  the  Year.      p.  doddridge. 

Awake,  ye  saints  !  and  raise  your  eyes, 

And  raise  your  voices  high : 
Awake,  and  praise  the  sovereign  love, 

That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  Swift  on  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 
Each  moment  brings  it  near: 

Then  welcome  each  declining  day, 
Welcome  each  closing  year. 

3  Not  many  years  their  rounds  shall  run, 
Nor  many  mornings  rise, 

Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed, 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature  !  speed  your  course; 
Ye  mortal  powers  !  decay; 

Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
Ye  bring  eternal  day. 


398 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


NEW  TEAR'S  HYMN,    lis 


1.  Come,letus  a-newour  journeypursue,Rollroundwiththeyear,And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  ap- 


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The  arrow  is  flown, — the  moment  is  gone; 

The  millennial  year 
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3  Oh,  that  each  in  the  day  of  his  coming 

may  say, 
"I  have  fought  my  way  through: 
I  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give  me 

to  do!" 
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Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear. 
His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfill, 

And  our  talents  improve, 
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Days  and  moments  quickly  flying 

Blend  the  living  with  the  dead; 
Soon  shall  we  who  sing  be  lying, 

Each  within  our  narrow  bed. 
2  Soon  our  souls  to  God  who  gave  them 

Will  have  sped  their  rapid  flight; 
Able  now  by  grace  to  save  them, 

Oh,  that  while  we  can  we  might ! 

After  fourth  verse. 


3  Jesus,  infinite  Redeemer, 
Maker  of  this  mighty  frame ; 

Teach,  oh,  teach  us  to  remember 

What  we  are,  and  whence  we  came: — 

4  Whence  we  came,  and  whither  wending; 
Soon  we  must  through  darkness  go, 

To  inherit  bliss  unending, 
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My  country  !  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died ! 
Land  of  the  Pilgrims'  pride  I 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring ! 
2  My  native  country,  thee — 
Land  of  the  noble,  free — 

Thy  name  I  love; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 


S.  F.  SMITH. 


3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song: 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break,- 

The  sound  prolong. 

4  Our  fathers'  God !  to  thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing: 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King  ! 


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O  God,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand, 
Our  exiled  fathers  crossed  the  sea, 

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With  prayer  and  psalm  they  worshiped 
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2  Thou  heardst,  well  pleased,  the  song,  the 

prayer — 
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Shall  onward  through  all  ages  bear 
The  memory  of  that  holy  hour. 

3  What  change !  through  pathless  wilds 

no  more 
The  fierce  and  naked  savage  roams: 
Sweet  praise,  along  the  cultured  shore, 
Breaks  from  ten  thousand  happy  homes. 

4  Laws,  freedom,  truth,  and  faith  in  God 
Came  with  those  exiles  o'er  the  waves, 

And  where  their  pilgrim  feet  have  trod, 
The  God  they  trusted  guards  their  graves. 

5  And  here  thy  name,  O  God  of  love, 
Their  children's  children  shall  adore, 

Till  these  eternal  hills  remove, 

And  spring  adorns  the  earth  no  more. 

lvUl  The  New  Year.        p.  doddridge. 

Great  God  !  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand; 
The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows; 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God; 


By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 
By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed, 
Be  thou  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 

5  When  death  shall  interrupt  our  songs, 
And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues, 
Our  Helper,  God,  in  whom  we  trust, 

In  better  worlds  our  souls  shall  boast. 


The  New  Year. 


P.  DODDRIDGK. 


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Our  Helper,  God  !  we  bless  thy  name, 
Whose  love  forever  is  the  same ; 
The  tokens  of  thy  gracious  care 
Open,  and  crown,  and  close  the  year. 

2  Amid  ten  thousand  snares  we  stand, 
Supported  by  thy  guardian  hand; 
And  see,  when  we  review  our  ways, 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

3  Thus  far  thine  arm  has  led  us  on; 
Thus  far  we  make  thy  mercy  known ; 
And  while  we  tread  this  desert  land, 
New  mercies  shall  new  songs  demand. 

4  Our  grateful  souls,  on  Jordan's  shore, 
Shall  raise  one  sacred  pillar  more; 
Then  bear  in  thy  bright  courts  above, 
Inscriptions  of  immortal  love. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


401 


PILOT,    7s.  61 


J.  E.  GOULD. 


1.  Je-sos,  Sav-iour,  pi  -lot    me     Orer  life's  tempestuous  sea;  Unknown  wares  before  me  roll,  Hiding  rock  and  treacherous  shoal; 
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lUOO  Life  s  Sea. 

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Unknown  waves  before  me  roll, 
Hiding  rock  and  treacherous  shoal; 
Chart  and  compass  came  from  thee 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pilot  me. 

2  As  a  mother  stills  her  child, 
Thou  canst  hush  the  ocean  wild ; 
Boisterous  waves  obey  thy  will 


When  thou  say'st  to  them  "Be  still  I" 
Wondrous  Sovereign  of  the  sea, 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pilot  me. 

3  When  at  last  I  near  the  shore, 
And  the  fearful  breakers  roar 
'Twixt  me  and  the  peaceful  rest, 
Then,  while  leaning  on  thy  breast, 
May  I  hear  thee  say  to  me, 
"Fear  not,  I  will  pilot  thee  1" 


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2  Dearer  than  any  lovings, 
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Stronger  than  all  the  yearnings, 
A  mother's  heart  can  know; 

Deeper  than  earth's  foundations, 
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Broader  than  heaven's  high  arches — 
The  love  that  Christ  has  brought. 

3  Richer  than  all  earth's  treasure, 
The  wealth  my  soul  receives; 

Brighter  than  royal  jewels, 
The  crown  that  Jesus  gives;  • 

Wondrous  the  condescension, 
And  grace  beyond  degree  I 

I  would  be  ever  singing 
The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 


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As  shadows  cast  by  cloud  and  sun, 

Flit  o'er  the  summer  grass, 
So,  in  thy  sight,  Almighty  One, 

Earth's  generations  pass. 
And  as  the  years,  an  endless  host, 

Come  swiftly  pressing  on, 
The  brightest  names  that  earth  can  boast 

Just  glisten  and  are  gone. 

2  Yet  doth  the  star  of  Bethlehem  shed 

A  lustre  pure  and  sweet; 
And  still  it  leads,  as  once  it  led, 

To  the  Messiah's  feet. 
O  Father,  may  that  holy  star 

Grow  every  year  more  bright, 
And  send  its  glorious  beams  afar 

To  fill  the  world  with  light. 


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Of  the  declining  year; 
lie  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 

And  wintry  days  appear. 

2  He  sends  his  word  and  melts  the  snow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 

And  bids  the  spring  return. 
The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word; 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud 

Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord. 


God's  Mercies. 


H.  F.  LYTE. 


The  Seasons, 


1068 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud 
Address  the  Lord  on  high; 

Over  the  heavens  he  spread  his  cloud, 
And  waters  vail  the  sky. 

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The  mercies  of  my  God  and  King 

My  tongue  shall  still  pursue: 
Oh,  happy  they,  who,  while  they  sing 

Those  mercies,  share  them  too ! 
As  bright  and  lasting  as  the  sun, 

As  lofty  as  the  sky, 
From  age  to  age,  thy  word  shall  run, 

And  chance  and  change  defy. 

2  The  covenant  of  the  King  of  kings 

Shall  stand  for  ever  sure; 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings 

Thy  saints  repose  secure. 
In  earth  below,  in  heaven  above, 

Who,  who  is  Lord  like  thee? 
Oh,  spread  the  gospel  of  thy  love, 

Till  all  thy  glories  see  ! 


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Our  supplications  and  our  songs  of  praise. 
Which,  when  he  made  the  world,  Jehovah       _  ,,       .    .  ,   .        ,  , 

1  lessed  •  3  Father  in  heaven!   in  whom  our  hopes 

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WM.   F.  SHERWIN. 


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Day  is  d)Ting  in  the  West; 
Heaven  is  touching  earth  with  rest: 
Wait  and  worship  while  the  night 
Sets  her  evening  lamps  alight 

Through  all  the  sky. 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  of  Hosts! 
Heaven  and  earth  are  full  of  thee! 
Heaven  and  earth  are  praising  thee! 

0  Lord  most  high! 


2  Lord  of  life,  beneath  the  dome 
Of  the  Universe,  thy  home, 
Gather  us  who  seek  thy  face 
To  the  fold  of  thy  embrace, 

For  thou  art  nigh. 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  of  Hosts! 
Heaven  and  earth  are  full  of  thee! 
Heaven  and  earth  are  praising  thee, 

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2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls! 

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4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day: 
Yield  to  his  power; 

Oh,  grieve  him  not  away: 
'Tis  mercy's  hour. 


406 


MISCELLANEOUS. 
THE  ROCK  THAT  IS  HIGHER,    P.  M, 


\V.  G.  FISCHER. 


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2  Oh,  sometimes  how  long  seems  the  day, 
And  sometimes  how  weary  my  feet; 

But  toiling  in  life's  dusty  way, 

The  Rock's  blessed  shadow  how  sweet. 


PRAISE.    P.M, 
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3  Oh,  near  to  the  Rock  let  me  keep, 
If  blessings,  or  sorrows  prevail; 

Or  climbing  the  mountain  way  steep, 
Or  walking  the  shadowy  vale. 


1.  Praise  the  Saviour,  ye  who  know  him:  Who  can  tell  how  much  we  owe  him?  Gladly  let  us  render  to  him  All  we  arc  and  hare! 

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He  for  conflict  fits  and  arms  us; 
Nothing  moves,  and  nothing  harms  us, 

When  we  trust  in  him. 

3  Trust  in  him,  ye  saints,  for  ever; 
He  is  faithful,  changing  never, 
Neither  force  nor  guile  can  sever 

Those  he  loves  from  him. 
C 


4  Keep  us,  Lord,  oh,  keep  us  cleaving 
To  thyself,  and  still  believing, 

Till  the  hour  of  our  receiving 
Promised  joys  in  heaven. 

5  Then  we  shall  be  where  we  would  be, 
Then  we  shall  be  what  we  should  be; 
Things  which  are  not  now,  nor  could  be, 

Then  shall  be  our  own. 


MISCELLANEOUS, 


407 


GLOEIA  IN  EXCELSIS. 


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4  0  Lord,  the  only  begotten  Son,  |  Jesus  |  Christ;  ||  0  Lord  God,  Lamb  of)  God,  Son 

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Thou  that  sittest  at  the  right  hand  of 


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ave  mercy  |  upon  |  us. 
re-|  ceive  our  |  prayer. 
God  the  |  Father,  ||  have  mercy  |  upon  |  us. 


RETURN  TO   PART  I. 

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9  For  thou  |  only  •  ■  art  |  holy : 
io  Thou  only,  0  Christ,  with  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost, 
God  the  |  Father.  ||  A-|  men. 

10*7       JUST  NOW. 


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1.  Come  to  Jesus,  Come  to  Jesus, Come  to  Jesus  just  now.  just  now  comi 


to  Jesus, Cometo  Jesus  just  now. 


He  will  save  you. 
Oh,  believe  him. 
He  is  able. 
He  is  willing. 
He'll  receive  you. 
C 


Call  upon  him. 
He  will  hear  you. 
Look  unto  him. 
He  '11  forgive  you. 
Flee  to  Jesus. 


12  Only  trust  him. 

13  Jesus  loves  you. 

14  Don't  reject  him. 

15  I  believe  him. 

16  Hallelujah,  Amen. 


408 


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TRIUMPH. 


H.  R.  PALMER. 


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1  vf  •  O         Triumph  by  and  by.         c.  R.  blackall. 

2  We  follow  where  he  leadeth — 
We  pasture  where  he  feedeth — 
We  yield  to  him  who  pleadeth 

From  on  high: 
For  naught  from  him  can  sever; 
Our  hope  shall  brighten  ever; 
And  faith  shall  fail  us  never — 

He  is  nigh. — Cho. 

C 


3  Our  home  is  bright  above  us; 
Xo  trials  there  to  move  us, 
But  Christ  our  Lord  to  love  us, 

Dwells  on  high: 
We  give  our  best  endeavor; 
We  praise  his  name  for  ever; 
His  precious  words  can  never — 

Never  die. — Cho. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


REVIVE  US  AQAIN. 


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ENGLISH   MELODY. 


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//«<3.  3:  2. 

2  We  praise  thee,  0  God  !  for  thy  Spirit  of  light, 

Who  has  shown  us  Our  Saviour,  and  scattered  our  night. 

3  All  glory  and  praise  to  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 

Who  has  borne  all  our  sins,  and  has  cleansed  every  stain. 

4  All  glory  and  praise  to  the  God  of  all  grace, 

Who  has  bought  us,  and  sought  us,  aud  guided  our  ways. 

5  Revive  us  again  ;  fill  each  heart  with  thy  love; 
May  each  soul  be  rekindled  with  fire  from  above. 


W.  P.   MACKAY. 


EEST  FOE  THE  WEARY,    8s  &  7s- 

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W1I,  MCDONALD. 


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There  is      rest  for  the   wea-ry,  There  is    rest  for  the  wea-ry.  There  is   rest  for  the  wea-rv.    There  is  rest  for  yon. 
On     the     other  side  of    Jor-dan,  In    the  sweet  fields  of  E -den,  Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming,  There  is  rest  for  you. 

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A"0"     "  This  is  not  your  Rest."     s.  y.  har.mer 

2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 
Which  eternally  shall  stand, 

For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 
In  that  holy,  happy  land. — Cho.    - 

3  Pain  or  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 
Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share  ; 

C 


But  in  that  celestial  center 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear 


Cho. 


4  Sing,  oh,  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory! 

Shout  your  triumphs  as  you  go  ; 
Zion's  gates  will  open  for  you, 

You  shall  find  an  entrance  thro'. — Cho. 


410 


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Oh,  for  the  peace  which  floweth  like  a  river,        A  little  while  faith's  flickering  lamp  to 
Making  life's  desert  places  bloom  and  trim  ; 

smile  !  And  then,  the  bridegroom's  coming  foot- 

Oh,  for  the  faith  to  grasp  heaven's  bright  steps  hailing, 

"forever,"  To  haste  to  meet  him  with  the  bridal 

Amid  the    shadows    of  earth's    "little  hymn! 

4   And   he    who   is   himself  the  gift  and 
giver, — 
To  face  the  storm,  to  battle    with  the      The  future  glory  and  the  present  smile, — 
strong ;  With  the  bright  promise  of  the  glad  "for- 

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ESHTEMOA, 


T.   B.  MASON. 


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T'       J1       I  I 


T.   HASTINGS. 


1082 

Jesus,  save  my  dying  soul ; 
Make  the  broken  spirit  whole: 
Humble  in  the  dust  I  lie: 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 

2  Jesus,  full  of  every  grace, 
Now  reveal  thy  smiling  face; 
Grant  the  joy  of  sin  forgiven, 
Foretaste  of  the  bliss  of  heaven. 


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3  All  my  guilt  to  thee  is  known; 
Thou  art  righteous,  thou  alone: 
All  my  help  is  from  thy  cross, 
All  beside  I  count  but  loss. 

4  Lord,  in  thee  I  now  believe; 
Wilt  thou,  wilt  thou  not  forgive  ? 
Helpless  at  thy  feet  I  lie; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 


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411 


W.    F.  SHERWIN. 


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X"00         "Abide  in  me."         w.  F.  sherwin. 

Why  is  thy  faith,  0  child  of  God,  so  small? 
Why  doth  thy  heart  shrink  back  at  duty's 

call? 
Art  thou  obeying  this — "Abide  in  me," 
And  doth  the  Master's  word  abide  in  thee? 

2   Oh,  blest  assurance  from  our  risen  Lord  ! 

Oh,  precious  comfort  breathing  from  the 
Word! 

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er be  ?  [thee !" 

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3  "Ask  what  thou  wilt,"  but,  oh,  remember 

this, — 
We  ask  and  have  not,  for  we  ask  amiss 
When,  weak  in  faith,  we  only  half  believe 
That  what  we  ask  we  really  shall  receive. 

4  Increase  our  faith,  and  clear  our  vision, 

Lord; 
Help  us  to  take  thee  at  thy  simple  word, 
No  more  with  cold  distrust  to  bring  thee 

grief; 
Lord,  we  believe  !  help  thou  our  unbelief. 


ST.  AGNES.    C.  M. 


J.   B.  DYKES. 


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I  I  i     «  ^    rr     II 

1.  My  blessed  Saviour,  is  thy  love  So  great,  so  full,  so  free?  Behold,  1  give  my  love,  my  heart,  My  life,  my  all,  to  thee. 


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J-VtOt       John  xv.  13.  j.  stennett. 

2  I  love  thee  for  the  glorious  worth 
In  thy  great  Self  I  see; 

I  love  thee  for  that  shameful  cross 
Thou  hast  endured  for  me. 

3  No  man  of  greater  love  can  boast 
Than  for  his  friend  to  die; 


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But  for  thy  foes,  Lord,  thou  wast  slain; 
What  love  with  thine  can  vie ! 

4   0  Lord,  I'll  treasure  in  my  soul 
The  memory  of  thy  love; 
And  thy  dear  name  shall  still  to  me 
A  grateful  odor  prove. 


412 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


WONDROUS  LOVE.    P.M. 


G.  FISCHER. 


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1.  God  loved  the  world  of  sin-ners  lost  Aud  ruined  by  the  fall;  Sal-ration  full,  at   high-est  cost,  He  of-fcrsfreetoall. 

2.  Er"n  nowbyfaith  I  claim  himmine,  The  risen  Son  of  God;  Redemption  by  his  death  I  find..  Andcleansingthro'theblood. 

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It  brought  mr  Sariour  from  a-bove, 


To 


die  on  Cal-ra  -  ry. 


1       III    \j  ~  I    '  '  ' 


The  seeking  lave  of  God.  MRS.  II.  M.  Stockton. 


1085 

3  Believing  souls,  rejoicing  go; 

There  shall  to  you  be  given 
A  glorious  foretaste,  here  below, 

Of  endless  life  in  heaven. — Ref. 


4   Of  victory  now  o'er  Satan's  power 

Let  all  the  ransomed  sing, 
And  triumph  in  the  dying  hour 

Thro'  Christ  the  Lord  our  King. — Ref. 


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1.  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing ;  The  world  to  Christ  we  briug.With  loring  zeal ;  The  poor,  aii  them  that  mourn,  The  faint  and  orer-berne, 


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lUoU         Christ  for  the  World.         S.  WOLC0TT. 

Christ  for  the  world  we  sing; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  loving  zeal; 
The  poor  and  them  that  mourn, 
The  faint  and  overborne, 
Sin-sick  and  sorrow-worn, 

Whom  Christ  doth  heal. 

2  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 
With  fervent  prayer ; 
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The  wayward  and  the  lost, 
By  restless  passions  tossed, 
Redeemed,  at  countless  cost, 
From  dark  despair. 

3  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  one  accord; 
With  us  the  work  to  share, 
With  us  reproach  to  dare, 
With  us  the  cross  to  bear, 

For  Christ  our  Lord. 

4  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  joyfal  song; 
The  new-born  souls,  whose  days, 
Reclaimed  from  error's  ways, 
Inspired  with  hope  and  praise, 

To  Christ  belong. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


413 


BEAUTIFUL  RIVER. 


R.  LOWRY. 


1.  Shall  we  gath-er  at  the  riv  -    er   Where  bright  an  -  gel  feet    have  trod  ;  With  its  crystal  tide  for 


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2  On  the  margin  of  the  river, 
Washing  up  its  silver  spray, 

We  will  walk  and  worship  ever, 
All  the  happy  golden  day. — Cho. 

3  Ere  we  reach  the  shining  river, 

Lay  we  every  burden  down  ; 


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Grace  our  spirits  will  deliver, 

And  provide  a  robe  and  crown. — Cho. 

4  Soon  we'll  reach  the  silver  river, 
Soon  our  pilgrimage  will  cease  ; 

Soon  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver 
With  the  melody  of  peace. — Cho. 


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CHO. — I      do  believe,  I  now  k'-lie?e  That  Jesus  died  for  me; 


;  If   thou  withdraw  tby-self  from  me,  Ah.  whither  shall  I  go? 
And  thro'  his  blood,  his  precious  Wood,  I  shall  from  sin  be  free. 


C.   WESLEY. 


1-1 


10S8 

2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure 

Before  I  drew  my  breath! 
What  pain,  what  labor,  to  secure, 

My  soul  from  endless  death  ? — Cho. 
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3  Author  of  Faith  I  to  thee  I  lift 
My  weary,  longing  eyes  ; 

Oh,  let  me  now  receive  that  gift : 
My  soul,  without  it,  dies. — Cho. 


414 


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lOoV/  Matt.  4:19. 

2  Who  will  heed  the  holy  mandate, 

"  Follow  me,  follow  me!" 
Leaving  all  things  at  his  bidding, 

"  Follow,  follow  me!  " 
Hark!  that  tender  voice  entreatirg 

Mariners  on  life's  rough  sea, 
Gently,  lovingly,  repeating, 

"Follow,  follow  me!" 

SWEET  HOME.    lis. 


3  Hearken,  lest  he  plead  no  longer, 

"Follow  me,  follow  me!" 
Once  again,  oh,  hear  him  calling, 

"Follow,  follow  me!" 
Turning  swift  at  thy  sweet  summons, 

Evermore,  0  Christ,  would  we, 
For  thy  love  all  else  forsaking, 

"Follow,  follow  thee!" 


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HENRY  ROWLEY  BISHOP. 


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415 


LOWELL  MASON. 


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J."*/"         The  joys  of  Co?iversion.  c.  wesley. 

2  That  comfort  Avas  mine, 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  received  through  the  blood  of  the  Lamb; 

When  my  heart  first  believed, 

What  a  joy  I  received, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name! 

3  'T  was  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know, 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more, 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song  : 

Oh,  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 

"  He  hath  loved  me,"  I  cried, 

11  He  hath  suffered  and  died, 
To  redeem  even  rebels  like  me." 


5  On  the  wings  of  his  love 
I  was  carried  above 

All  sin,  and  temptation,  and  pain  ; 

I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  Oh,  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  ! 

Of  my  Saviour  possessed, 

I  was  perfectly  blessed, 
As  if  filled  with  the  fullness  of  God. 

7  Now,  my  remnant  of  days 
Would  I  spend  in  his  praise, 

Who  hath  died  my  poor  soul  to  redeem: 

Whether  many  or  few, 

All  my  days  are  his  due  : 
May  they  all  be  devoted  to  him. 


A"t7A  Jo/ltl  14:3.  DAVID  DEXHAM. 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children 

of  peace  ! 

And,  thrice-precious  Jesus,  whose  love  can- 
not cease, 

Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I 
roam, 

I  long  to  behold  thee  in  glory,  at  home. 

3  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I 

>  stay, 
Oh,  give   me  submission,  and  strength  as 

my  day; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  mv  glorious  home. 

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4  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  oh,  give  me  thy 

grace, 
The   Spirit's  sure  witness,   and  smiles   of 

thy  face  ; 
Endue   me  with   patience  to  wait  at  thy 

throne, 
And  find,  even  now,  a  sweet  foretaste  of 

home. 

5  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to 

shine ; 
No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine  ; 
And  in  thy  dear  image  arise  from  the  tomb, 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee  at 

home. 


416 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


BEALOTH.    S.  M.  D.  anon. 

1.  I  love  thy  kingdom.  Lord,  The  house  of  thine  abode,  The  Church  our  blest  Redeemer  sard  With  his  own  precious  blood. 
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2  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 

Till  toils  and  cares  shall  eud. 
Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 

Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

LANG-  SYNE.     C.  M.  D. 


3  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 

Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 
Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 

And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 


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2  Gethsemane,  can  we  forget, 

Thy  struggling  agony, 
When  night  lay  dark  on  Olivet, 

And  none  to  watch  with  thee? 
Can  we  the  crown  of  thorns  forget, 

The  buffeting  and  shame; 
"When 'hell  thy  sinking  soul  beset, 

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3  Oh,  sweet  the  memory  of  thy  grace, 

And  sweeter  still  shall  grow; 
And  the  fair  vision  of  thy  face 

Before  us  e'er  shall  glow. 
Life's  brightest  joys  we  may  forget, 

Our  kindred  cease  to  love; 
But  he  who  loved,  and  loves  us  yet, 

Our  constancy  shall  prove. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 
ABOUND  THE  THRONE.    C.  M. 


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2  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above,   Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair,  Behold  them  white  and  clean. — Cho. 

Where  all  is  peace  and  joy  and  love  ?  ~         .,  Al  , . ,_    „     .      , 

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On  earth  they  loved  his  name; 

3  Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood  So  now  they  see  his  blessed  face, 

To  wash  away  their  sin:  And  stand  before  the  Lamb. — Cho. 


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2  Are  you  too  heavy  laden? 

Come,  sinner,  come! 
Jesus  will  bear  your  burden, 

Come,  sinner,  come! 
Jesus  will  not  deceive  you, 

Come,  sinner,  come! 
Jesus  can  now  redeem  you, 

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Come,  sinner,  come! 
While  Jesus  whispers  to  you, 

Come,  sinner,  come! 
While  we  are  praying  for  you, 

Come,  sinner,  come! 


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2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know, 
No  peaceful  sheltering  dome, 

This  world's  a  wilderness  of  woe, 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 

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No  more  my  steps  shall  roam; 

With  him  I'll  brave  death's  chilling  tide, 
And  reach  my  heaveuiyhome. 

A.  B.   EVERETT. 


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2  God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again, 
'Xeath  his  wings  securely  hide  you; 
Daily  manna  still  provide  you, 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

3  God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again, 
When  life's  perils  thick  confound  you; 


Put  his  arms  unfailing  round  you, 
God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

4  God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again; 
Keep  love's  banner  floating  o'er  you; 
Smite  death's  threatening  wave  before  you, 
God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 


MRS.   M.   B.   C    SI.ADE. 


lO^O        Matt.  8:19. 

2  Though   they  lead  o'er  the  cold  dark 

Seeking  his  sheep;  [mountains, 

Or  along  by  Siloam's  fountains, 
Helping  the  weak. — Cho. 

3  If  they  lead  through  the  temple  holy, 

Preaching  the  word; 
Or  in  homes  of  the  poor  and  lowly, 
Serving  the  Lord. — Cho. 

4  Tho',  dear  Lord,  in  thy  pathway  keeping, 

We  follow  thee; 
Through  the  gloom  of  that  place  of  weeping, 
Gethsemane ! — Cho. 
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5  If  thy  way  and  its  sorrows  sharing, 

We  go  again, 
Up  the  slope  of  the  hill-side,  bearing 
Our  cross  of  pain. — Cho 

6  By  and  by,  through  the  shining  portals. 

Turning  our  feet, 
We  shall  walk  with  the  glad  immortals, 
Heaven's  golden  streets. — Cho. 

7  Then  at  last  when  on  high  he  sees  us. 

Our  journey  done, 
We  will  rest  where  the  steps  of  Jesus 
End  at  his  throne. — Cho. 


420 


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THE  CROSS  OF  CHRIST.    8s,  7s. 


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2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me,  From  tlje  cross  the  radiance  streaming, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy,  Adds  new  lnstre  to  the  day. — Cho. 

Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me:  ^  ,  , ,  .         ■>    -, 

T    .  .,     ,  ..,  -,  .  n       4  Bane  and  blessing,  pam  and  pleasure, 

Lo!  it  glows  with  peace  and  iov. — Cho.  -r,    ,,  «.-«  j 

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3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming  Peace  is  there,  that  knows  no  measure, 
Light  and  love  upon  my  way,  Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. — Cho. 

OH,  HOW  I  LOVE  JESUS.    C.  M. 

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2  Oh,  let  me  ever  bear  thy  voice, 
In  mercy  to  me  speak; 

la  thee,  my  Priest,  will  I  rejoice, 
And  thy  salvation  seek. — Cho. 

3  My  Jesus  shall  be  still  my  theme, 
While  in  the  world  I  stay; 

DRAW  ME  NEAEER.    P.  M. 


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I  '11  sing  my  Jesus'  lovely  name, 
When  all  things  else  decay. — Cho. 

4  When  I  appear  in  yonder  cloud, 
With  all  the  favored  throng, 

Then  will  I  sing  more  sweet,  more  loud, 
And  Christ  shall  be  my  song. — Cho. 

W.   H.   DOANE. 


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By  the  power  of  grace  divine;  I  commune  as  friend  with  friend.    [God, 

Let  my  sonl  look  up  with  a  steadfast  hcpe.      rr,  -,     .,       -  ,        Al_  .  T 

And  my  will  be  lost  in  thine.  4  , \^  are  dePtbs  of  love  that  I  can  not 

J  lill  1  cross  the  narrow  sea;  [know 

3  Oh,  the  pure  delight  of  a  single  hour       There  are  heights  of  joy  that  I  may  not  reach 
That  before  thy  throne  I  spend,  Till  I  rest  in  peace  with  thee. 

C 


422 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


MY  REDEEMER.    8s,  7s. 


JAMES  M  GRANAHAN. 


1.  I      will    sing       of 

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my    Re-deem  -  er, 


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A  1  U  (W  p.   p.  BLISS. 

2  I  will  tell  the  wondrous  story, 
How  my  lost  estate  to  save, 

In  his  boundless  love  and  mercy, 
He  the  ransom  freely  gave. — Cho. 

3  I  will  praise  my  dear  Redeemer, 
His  triumphant  power  I  '11  tell, 

C 


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How  the  victory  he  giveth 

Over  sin,  and  death,  and  hell. — Cho. 

4  I  will  sing  of  my  Redeemer, 
And  his  heav'nly  love  to  me; 

He  from  death  to  life  hath  brought  me, 
Son  of  God,  with  him  to  be.— Cho. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


423 


CLOSE  TO  THEE.    P.  M. 


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s.  j.  VAIL. 

-N~N — 


1.  Thou  my  ev  -    er  -  last-ing  portion,  More  than  friend  or  life     to      me,     All    a  -  long    my  pil  -  grim 


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»—  #: 


F.  C.  VAN  ALETYKE. 


1103 

2  Not  for  ease  or  worldly  pleasure, 
Nor  for  fame  my  prayer  shall  be; 
Gladly  will  I  toil  and  suffer, 
Only  let  me  walk  with  thee. 
Ref. — Close  to  thee,  close  to  thee, 
Close  to  thee,  close  to  thee; 
Gladly  will  I  toil  and  suffer, 
Only  let  me  walk  with  thee. 


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3  Lead  me  through  the  vale  of  shadows 

Bear  me  o'er  life's  fitful  sea; 
Then  the  gate  of  life  eternal, 

May  I  enter,  Lord,  with  thee. 
Ref. — Close  to  thee,  close  to  thee, 
Close  to  thee,  close  to  thee; 
Then  the  gate  of  life  eternal, 
May  I  enter,  Lord,  with  thee. 


1104 


7s  &  6s.    Tune — Webb,  p.  334.  john  leland. 

Oh,  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  reign  with  him  above, 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain 

Drink  everlasting  love  ? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in? 

2   But  now  I  am  a  soldier  ; 

My  Captain's  gone  before, 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  bids  me  not  give  o'er; 
And,  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 

A  crown  of  life  he'll  give  ; 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Shall  ever  with  him  live. 

C 


3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 
To  conquer,  though  I  die; 

And  then  away  to  Jesus 
On  wings  of  love  I  '11  fly. 

Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 
I  bid  you  all  adieu: 

Then,  0  my  friends,  prove  faithful 
And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  Whene'er  you  meet  with  troubles 
And  trials  on  your  way, 

Oh,  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 
And  don't  forget  to  pray: 

Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 
Of  faith  ar.i  hope  and  love; 

And  when  the  combat's  ended, 
You'll  reign  with  him  above. 


424 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


SWEET  BY  AND  BY.    P.  M. 


JOSEPH  P.   WEBSTER. 


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And  by    faith    we     can    see      it 


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A  _l"tJ  S.  FILLMORE  BENNETT. 

2  We  shall  sing  on  that  beautiful  shore 
The  melodious  songs  of  the  blest, 

And  our  spirits  shall  sorrow  no  more, 
Not  a  sigh  for  the  blessing  of  rest. 
C 


3  To  our  bountiful  Father  above, 
We  will  offer  our  tribute  of  praise, 

For  the  glorious  gift  of  his  love, 

And  the  blessings  that  hallow  our  days. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 
THE  HOME  OVER  THERE,    8s,  9s. 


425 


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1.  Oh,  think  of  the  home  o-ver  there,  By  the  side  of  the  riv-er  of  light,  0_yer  ^      Where  the  saints,  all  immortal  and  fair, 


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2  Oh,  think  of  the  friends  over  there, 
Who  before  us  the  journey  have  trod ; 

Of  the  songs  that  they  breathe  on  the  air, 
In  their  home  in  the  palace  of  God. 

Ref. — Over  there,  over  there, 

Oh,  think  of  the  friends  over  there. 

3  My  Saviour  is  now  over  there ; 

There  my  kindred  and  friends  are  at  rest ; 

SEEKING  EOR  ME.    P.  M. 


Then,  away  from  my  sorrow  and  care, 

Let  me  fly  to  the  land  of  the  blest. 
Ref. — Over  there,  over  there, 

My  Saviour  is  now  over  there. 
4  I  '11  soon  be  at  home  over  there, 

For  the  end  of  my  journey  I  see ; 
Many  dear  to  my  heart,  over  there, 

Are  watching  "and  waiting  for  me. 
Ref. — Over  there,  over  there, 

I'll  soon  be  at  home  over  there. 


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1.  Je-sus,  my  Saviour,  to     Beth-lehem  came.  Born  in  a     manger    to     sorrow  and  shame;  Oh,  it  was 
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wonder-ful— blest  be  his  name!  Seeking  for   me,  for    me!  Seek-ing  for  me  ! 


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Seekingfor  me!    Oh,   it  was  wonderful— blest  be  his  name!  Seeking  for  me,  for  me! 
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1107 


i._Jl^_=g-_i__U'     g  U»  lj*  _>!»  ^=i=tlr  !*  I*- 

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Luke  19  :  10.  a.  n 

2  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  on  Calvary's  tree, 
Paid  the  great  debt,  aud  my  soul  he  set  free ; 
Oh,  it  was  wonderful — how"  could  it  be? 

Dying  for  me,  for  me  ! — Ref. 

3  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  the  same  as  of  old, 
While  I  was  wand'ring  afar  from  the  fold, 

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Gently  and  long  did  he  plead  with  my  soul, 

Calling  for  me,  for  me! — Ref. 
4  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  shall  come  from  on  high- 
Sweet  is  the  promise  as  weary  years  fly ; 
Oh,  I  shall  see  him  descending  the  sky, 

Coming  for  me,  for  me ! — Ref. 


426 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


BLESSED  1 

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MRS.  JOSEPH  F. 

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Heir  of  sal  -  va  -  tion,  purchase  of 


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A  1  "O  J^«  6  :  47.  F.  C.  VAN  ALSTYNE. 

2  Perfect  submission,  perfect  delight,  3  Perfect  submission,  all  is  at  rest, 

Visions  of  rapture  burst  on  my  sight,  I  in  my  Saviour  am  happy  and  blest. 

Angels  descending  bring  from  above,  Watching  and  waiting,  looking  above, 

Echoes  of  mercy,  whispers  of  love.        ,  Filled  with  his  goodness,  lost  in  his  love. 


AEE  YOU  WASHED? 

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E.  A.   HOFFMAN. 

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MISCELLANEOUS. 


427 


ARE  YOU  WASHED  ^-Concluded. 

CHORUS. 


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Areyouwash'd  in    the  blood,  In    the  soul  cleansing  blood  of  the  Lamb  ? 

Areyouwash'd  in  the  blood,  |*        of  the  Lamb? 


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Are  your  garments  spotless?  Are  they  white  as  snow?  Areyouwash'd  in     theblood  of    the  Lamb? 


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^  1^  1^  •  *  WW  , 

1 10"  ^A.  2 :  i3.  e.  a.  hoffman.     3  When  the  Bridegroom  cometh  will  your 

2  Are  yon  walking  daily  by  the  Saviour's  robes  be  white, 

side  ?  Pure  and  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb? 

Are  you  wash'd  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb?  Will  your  soul  be  ready  for  the  mansions 
Do  you  rest  each  moment  in  the  crucified?  bright, 

Are    you  wash'd   in    the  blood  of  the      And   be    wash'd   in   the   blood  of  the 
Lamb? — Cho.  Lamb? — Cho. 


SOFTLY  AND  TENDERLY.    P,  M 


«-N 


WILL  L.  THOMPSON. 


■derly,  Je-sus  is  calling,      Calling  for  you  and  for  me;          See    on  the  portals  he's 
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waiting  and  watching, Watching  for  you  and  for  me.     Come  home,        Come  home,  Ye  who  are     o 

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weary, come  home;  Earnest-ly,  tender-ly,  Je-sus   is  call-ing,    Calling.  O    sinner,  come  home!      5" 


L    L  .  r  if  g  lm — u-m---m—m—m r       „    m—m—m □-*—•-—» — g— g— -»— rg~g- 


1A1U  Math,  ii  :  28.  will  l.  Thompson. 

2  Why  should    we  tarry  when  Jesus    is   Shadows   are    gathering,   death-beds    are 
pleading,  coming, 

Pleading  for  you  and  for  me?  Coming  for  you  and  for  me. 

Why  should  we  linger  _ and  heed  not  his    4  0h>    for    the    wonderfui   iove    he    has 

ies'  promised, 


Mercies  for  you  and  for  me 


Promised  for  you  and  for  me  ; 


3  Time  is  now  fleeting,  the  moments  are   Though  we  have  sinned  he  has  mercy  and 
passing,  pardon, 

Passing  from  you  and  from  me ;  Pardon  for  you  and  for  me. 

c 


INDEX  OF  TUNES. 


It  is  to  be  understood  that  most  of  the  Music  included  in  this  Collection  is  introduced  "  by  per- 
mission,"  either  purchased  or  given.  It  must  therefore,  not  be  used  in  any  other,  -without  the  consent 
of  the  authors  or  of  those  ivlio  hold  the  copyright  of  the  Tunes. 


Page. 

A  LITTLE  Yv'HlLE.Us,  109 410 

Adniah L.  M.  6/ 4 

Adrian S.  M 317 

Aletta 7s 192,315 

Alexander S.  M ,  213 

Alford 7s,  6S.  D 377 

All  Saints L.  M 130 

All  the  Days P.  M 201 

All  to  Christ P.  M 156 

America 6s,  4s 398 

Amsterdam 7s,  6s,  D 351 

An  Open  Door P.  M 171 

And  Can  it  Be.... L.  M.  6/ 265 

Antioch C.  M 88 

Anvern L.  M 20,345 

Apollos S.  M.  D 286 

Appleton L.M 344 

Arcadia CM 207 

Ariel C.  P.  M 241 

Arlington CM 151 


Armenia CM 2:34 

Arundel C  M 147 

Ashwell L.M 163 

Assurance 10s 411 

Athens CM.  D 155 

Augustus CM 368 

Aurelia. 7s,  6s,  D....'..  178 

Austria 8s,  7s,  L) 201 

Autumn 8s,  7s,  D 121 

Avison lis,  10s 95 

Avon C.  M 106,174 

Azmon C  M 126,  COG 


Badea S.  M 

Balerma C  M 

Barber S.  M 

Barby C  M 

Bartimeus 8s,  7s 

Bavaria 8s,  7s,  D 

Bayley 8s,  7s,  D 

Beauteous  Day. . . P.  M 

Bedan S.  M 

Beethoven L.  M 

Belmont C  M 

Bemerton C  M 

Beminster 7s 

Benevento 7s,  I) 1L3, 

Benjamin S.  M.  I) 

Bennington L.  M.  D 

Bera L.  M 

Bernard 7s,  6s,  D 

Bethany 6s,  4s 

Betterland 7s,  61 

Beulah 7s,  D 

Beyond Chant 

Blake L.M 

Bloomfield  Ch L.  M 

Blumenthal 7s,  D 

Boardman C.  M 

Bond C  M 

Boylston S.  M 

Braden S.  M 

Bradford C  M 

Brattle  St C  M.  D 

Bread  of  Life Gs,  4s 

Bremen C.  P.  M 


Brest 8s,  7s,  4s 

Bridgman C  M 

Brown C  M 

Brownell L.  M.  r,/.. 

Bryant C.  M.  D. 

Byefield C  M 


Page: 
...364 


Caddo C.  M 

Calvary 8s,  7s,  4s 

Cambridge C  M 

Cana lis 

Canaan C.  M.  D 

Capello L.  M 

Carlisle S.  M 

Carthage 8s,  7s 

Caskey 7s,  6s,  D 

Chapel 7s 

Chenies 7s,  6s,  L> 

Chester C.  M 

Chesterfield C  M 

Chimes C  M 

China C  M 

Christmas C  M 00, 

Church C  M 

Cincinnati CM 

Clapton S.  M 

Clarendon C  M 

Colchester C  M 

Come,  ye  Dis lis,  10s 

Comfort 7s,  D 

Communion C  M 

Cooling CM 

Corinth CM 

Coronation CM 

Coventry CM 

Cowper C  M 

Crawford L.M 

Creation L.  M.  L> 

Cutting 6s,  4s 


262 

5 

403 

27 

174 

120 
206 
218 
3S6 

61 
230 
114 
214 
2 

66 
136 
189 

65 
357 
208 

13 
125 
211 
303 

27 
167 
274 
106 
191 
253 
127 
3i0 
150 

98 

69 
412 


Dallas 7s 24 

Dalstou S.  P.li l 

Darley L.  M 305 

Dawn S.  M 355 

Dedliam C  M 323 

De  Fleury 8s,  I) 244 

Dennis S.  M 211,276 

Dependence P.  M 177 

Detroit S.  M 160 

Devizes C  M 65 

Diademata S.  M.  D 123 

Dijon 7s 3,24 

Dix 78,  6/ 25 

Dorman L.M 181 

Dorrnance 8s,  7s 260,  324 

Dort 6s,  4s 124 

Dover S.  M 342 

Downs C  M 76 

Doxolojrv L.  M 56 

Duke  Street L.M 257,400 

Dunbar S.  M 355 

Dundee CM 77 

Dwight L.M 237 

Dykes 7s,  6/ 327 


Page. 

Easton L.  M 320 

Eckhardtsheim  ..CM 263 

Ein'Feste  Burg. .P.  M 82 

Eisenach L.  M 341 

Elizabethtown  ...CM 63 

Ellacombe 7s,  6s,  D 85 

Ellesdie 8s,  7s,  D 203 

El  Paran L.  M 21 

Eltham 7s,  D 338 

Elvet CM 137 

Emmelar 6s,  5s 64 

Ernan L.  M 181 

Essex 8s,  7s 200 

Evan • C.  M 191,311 

Even  Me P.  M 171 

Evening S.  M 4? 

EveningEy L.M 44 

Evening  Praise.. P.  M 405 

Eventide 1 0s 48 

Every  Day P.  M 221 

Ewing 7s,  6s,  D 385 

Exhortation C  M 188 

Expostulation  ...lis 165 

FABEX 88,7s,  D 80 

Farland Ss^s.'is 120 

Fatherland P.  M 216 

Federal  St L.  M 232,  353 


Ferguson S.  M. 

Flemming 8s,  6s. 

Forest L.  M. 

Fountain C  M. 

Frederick lis ... 


Eastee  HY. 


116 


..  267 
..  279 
..  72 
..  150 
..  348 
Fulton 73 140,247 


Galilee L.  M 93 

Ganges C  P.  M 145 

Gavlord 8s,7s,D 177 

Geer C  M 235 

Geneva C  M 71 

Geneva 7s,  6s,D 351 

Gerhardt 7s,  6s,D Ill 

Germany L.M 99 

Gilead L.M 31 

Glasgow CM 154,  39G 

Gloria  Patri Irr 402 

Glory S.  M 15 

God's  Love 7s,  6s,  D 402 

Golden  Hill S.  M 313 

Good  Cheer S.  M 254 

Gorton S.  M 144 

Goshen lis 219,242 

Grace 8s,  7s,  4s 163 

Grace  Church.... L.  M 23G 

Gratitude L.  M 256 

Greenport CM.  D 264 

Greenville 8s,  7s,  4s 53 

Greenwood S.  M 231,361 

Grigg C  M 101 

Grostette L.  M 340 

Guidance 8s,  7s,  D 383 

Guide 7s,  61 250 

HADDAM H.  M 287 

Halle 7s,  6/ 8 

Hamburg L.  M 105,321 


INDEX    OF    TUNES. 


429 


Pace. 

Page. 

Page. 

Hamden......,, 

.89.  fcs,  49 

....  337 

Manoah 

.CM.... 

..79,107 

Prayer. .....  j  ... 

.S.  M 

....  149 

Hamlin 

..7s,  1).... 

....     40 

Marlow 

.C  Iff.... 

....    10 

Prince 

.L.  M.... 

....  135 

Handv 

.L.  M.  61. 

....  271 

Martvn 

-7s,  D 

.164, 195 

Promise 

.6s,7s,D.. 

....  U5 

Happv  Dav 

Hark'.....*. 

..L..  M 

321 

Mear 

Meinbold 

-C  M.... 

.7s,  8s,  7s 

....     10 
....  349 

RAKBM 

..L.M.  6/. 

..P.M.... 

....    89 

....      4 

Harmony  Grove 

..L.M.... 

....    93 

Melcombe 

.L.  M.... 

....     19 

Ratbbun 

.88,  7s.... 

.114,336 

Harwell 

.8s,  7s,  D. 
.L.M.... 

....  119 
....  105 

Melody 

.C  M.... 
.L.  M.  61. 

....  238 
....  129 

Raynohls 

Reden 

..118,103.. 
-OS,  43 

....  320 

Haslam 

Memorial 

....  187 

..C.  M 

....     62 

Mendebras 

.7s,  6s,  D. 

....       9 

Redbead 

.78.  6*.... 

....  173 

Hayerliill 

.S.  M.... 

....  372 

Mendon 

.L.  M.... 

....  339 

Refuge 

..7s,  D.... 

....  195 

Haydn 

.8.  M.... 

....  138 

Mercy 

.73 

-K0,  275 

Regent  Square. 

....    83 

Heavenly  Fold. 

.C.  M.  D. 

....  310 

Meribab 

.C  P.  M. 

.145,  358 

Remsen 

C.  Iff.... 

....  302 

Heber 

..CM.... 

....  239 

Merton 

.C  M.... 

....    36 

Renovation 

..S.  Iff.... 

....  210 

Hebron 

..L.  M.... 

.45,  307 

Messiab 

.7s,  D.... 

....  204 

Repentance  

..L.  M.... 

....  148 

He  Leadetb  Me 

.L.  M.D. 

....  283 

Middle  ton 

.8s,7s,D. 

....  289 

Repose 

..73,  6/.... 

....  251 

Helena 

..CM.... 

....  101 

Migdol 

Miles  Lane 

.L.  M.... 

....     19 

Rest 

L.  M.... 

....  353 

Hendon 

.78 

....      2 

.C.  M.... 

....  127 

Retreat 

..L.  M.... 

....    28 

Henley 

.10s 

....  328 

Millennium 

.H.  M  ... 

....      6 

Return 

..C  M.... 

....  161 

Henry 

.CM 

....     36 

Millington 

.8s,  7s,  7s. 

-118,  359 

Rbine 

.  C.  M.... 

....  378 

Herald  Angels. 

.7s,  D 

....     94 

Milwaukee 

.83,78 

....  281 

Rialto 

..S.  M.... 

222 

Hermon 

.C  M 

....  190 

Miriani 

.73,  6s,  D. 

--07,384 

Rigbini 

..6s,  4s 

....  124 

Herold 

.7s 

25 

Mission  Sons... 

.88,78,  D. 

....  298 

Rock  of  Ages... 

..7s,  6/ 

....  326 

Holley 

-.73 

Missionary  Cb.. 

.L.M 

-202,  341 

Rockingbam . . . 

..L.M.... 

99 

Hollingside 

.7s,  D 

....  194 

Missionary  Uy. 

.73,68,  D. 

----  332 

Rogers 

Rolland 

..CM.... 

....  209 

Holy  Cross 

.C  M 

....  239 

Monkland 

.73 

----  314 

..L.  M.... 

18 

Horton 

.73 

....  164 

Monson 

.C  M.... 

....  146 

Romberg 

..C  M.... 

27° 

Hosanna 

.L.  M 

....  237 

More  Love 

.63,43 

....  186 

Rose  Hill 

..L.  M.... 

....  29? 

Hougbton 

.10s,  lis.. 

....  224 

Morning  Praise 

.103 

404 

Rosefield 

-.78,  61... . 

250 

Howard 

-C  M 

....  368 

Mornington 

.S.  M.... 

....  138 

Rotbwell 

..L.  M.... 

129 

.C  M 

.CM 

147 

....  263 

Mozart 

Mt.  Auburn 

.78 

.C  M.... 

....  117 
.---  252 

Rutherford 

..P.M.... 

....  390 

Huntington 

Hursley 

.L.  M 

.44,   236 

Mt,  Blanc 

.P.M.... 

....  390 

79   61 

7 

Hymn 

.C  M 

....     17 

Mv  Life  Flows. 

.P.  M.... 

-.--  225 

Samson 

Sanctus 

..L.  M.... 
..Irr 

130 

...    401 

Hymn  of  Joy 

.83,  7S,D.. 

....  108 

Municb 

.7s,6s,D. 

....  333 

.P.M 

....  157 

Naomi 

.C.  Iff-... 

....  253 

Savannab 

..103 

8 

I  AM  COMING... 

-.123 

152 

I'm  a  Pilgrim  . . 

.P.  M 

....  374 

Nauf  ord 

.P.M.... 

....  £09 

117 

I  Need  Tbee... 

.P.M 

185 

Nauruann 

.C  M.... 

....  380 

L  M 

....  163 
62 

Immortality . . . 

.L.  M 

....  388 
....  162 

Near  the  Cross.. 
Nettleton 

.P.M.... 
.8s,  7s,  D. 

....   176 

....  309 

-.88,73,  43 
S    M 

Ingbam 

Selvin 

277 

Inverness 

.8.  M 

....  307 

Newbold 

.C  M-... 

....     91 

Serenity... 

..CM.... 
L  M 

....  189 

319 

Invitation 

.CM 

....  103 

Newcourt 

.L.  P.  M. 

....     35 

Iola 

.C  M 

.S.  M 

....    64 
....  149 

.6a,  4s 

141 

Seymour 

-.78 

..S.  M.... 

..88,7s 

..P.M.... 
S   M 

49 

....  144 

324 

....  3:8 

29 

325 

Iowa 

New  Year's  Hy 

.113,53... 

....   393 

.63,  43 

85 

-C.  M... 

397 

Sbepberd 

Sinning  Sboro. . 

Jazer 

.CM 

....     91 

Nicaea 

Nightfall 

.P.M.... 

.113,58... 

....     38 
....     50 

Jerusalem 

.CM.  D.. 

.68,  4S 

....    71 

....  172 

Noel 

None  but  Jesus 

.0.  M.... 
.P.M.... 

....     75 
....  166 

Sicily 

..8s,  7s 

Jesus,  My  All... 

C  M 

.273,  306 

37 

151 

..C2,265 

....  104 

194 

Jewett 

.63,  D 

....  278 

Nortbneld 

.C  M.... 

....  387 

Silver  St 

S    M    " 

Jordan 

.CM.  D.. 

Nunda 

.L.  M.D. 

....  358 

Simpson 

Solid  Reck 

C   M 

Joyful  Sound... 

.CM.  D.. 

....  379 

Nun  Banket 

-P.M.... 

....     83 

..L.  M.D. 
..L.  M.... 

Judgment  Hy.. 

.P.M 

Is  uretnburg 

.7s,  61 

184 

Solitude 

Solitude... 

.7s 

.C  M 

....  246 

Oak 

.69,4s.... 

....  370 

Karl 

Solney 

..8S.7S-. 

....  301 

Knox 

62 

Oaksville 

-C  M.... 

....     12 

SometbingfcrJe.6s,  4s 

....  187 

Oberlin . . . 

.L.  »[.... 

....     31 

Soutbport 

..CM 

.  .26,  235 

Labax 

.S.  M 

....  210 

Old  Hundred.... 

-L.M 

....     32 

Spanisb  Hy 

..7s, 6/ 

.156,  240 

La  Mira 

-C  M 

....  234 

Old,  Old  Story... 

.7s,6s,D. 

....  158 

Spohr 

.L.  M.... 

....  260 

Lanesboro' 

-C  M 

....     11 

Olipbant 

.88,  7s,  4s. 

....     52 

Stabat  Mater... 

..P.M.... 

....  109 

.Langton 

.S.  M 

....     29 

Olive's  Brow... 

.L.  M.... 

....  104 

St.  Agne8 

..C  M.._. 

....  357 

Laodicea 

.P.  M 

....  178 

Olivet 

-Cs.  4s 

....  233 

St.  Alban 

..L.  M.... 

....    92 

Last  Beam 

.P.M 

....     51 

Olniutz  

.S. Iff 

.213,  354 

St.  Alban's 

..6s,5s,D. 

....  198 

Laud 

.C  M 

.    77 

Olnev 

.S.  M 

....  139 

St.  Ann's 

..CM 

..74,291 

Lead  Me  On 

.P.M 

....  224 

One  More  Bay.. 

.P.  M.... 

....     54 

St.  Asapb 

..CM.  D. 

350 

Leighton 

.S.  M 

.H.  M... 

.212,  296 
....  154 

7s,  D 

....     41 

....  2-54 

St.  Bride 

St.  Chad 

..S.  Iff.... 
8s,  7s,  D. 

....  343 
....    81 

Lenox  . .  

Ontario 

.S.  M.... 

Leoni 

.63,  8s,  4s. 

....    38 

Ortonville 

C  M.... 

....  102 

St.  Edmund's  . . 

..L.  M.... 

....352 

Life 

.8s,  7s,  7s. 

....  170 

Overberg 

.L.  M.... 

....     45 

..78,  D.... 

....  394 

Linwood 

..L.M 

....    30 

Owen 

.S.M 

.1C0,  316 

St.  Gertrude 

..6s, 5s,  D. 

....  199 

Lisbon 

.S.  M 

....    15 

Oxford 

-C  M.... 

..322 

St.  Hilda 

..7s,es,D.. 

....  179 

Liscber 

-H.  M.... 

....      6 

St.  James 

..7s,6s,D.. 

....  375 

Long 

.L.  M 

....  339 

Packixgton 

.S.  M.... 

....     16 

St.  Joseph 

St.  Martin's 

.8s,  7s,  7s.. 

....  103 

Long  Home 

-7s,  8s,  7s. 

....  349 

Palestine 

.L.  m.  a. 

....  270 

.C  M 

....  291 

Louv an 

.L.  M 

....    73 

Palestriua 

.0.  M.... 

....  223 

St.  Matthias  ... 

.L.  M.  C/.. 

....    55 

Love  Divine 

.83, 7s,  D.. 
s.L.  M 

....  220 
....  152 

Paradise 

Park  St 

-P.M.... 
.L.  M.... 

....  371 

....  203 

St,  Sylvester... 
St.  Thomas 

8s,  7s 

.    399 

Loving  Kindnes 

.S.  M 

....    14 

Lowry 

.L.M 

..21,389 

Pass.  Cborale... 

-7s,  6s,  D. 

....  110 

StateSt 

S.  M 

.    16 

Lutber 

..S.  M 

.266, 342 

Pass  Me  Not 

-8s,  53 

....  170 

Stephanos 

Stephens 

P.  M 

ooo 

Luton 

.L.  M... 

....  304 

Patnab 

-7s,  6s,  D. 

....  Ill 

.C.  M 

....  136 

Lutzen 

LuxBenigna... 

-C  M 

.103,48.... 

....    74 

....  281 

Pax  Dei 

Pearl  St 

.108 

-8s,  7s.... 

....    48 
....  325 

Still  Water 

Stillingfleet  .... 
Stockwell 

.lis.  Ks... 
S.  M 

....240 
230 

Lyons 

.10s,  lis.. 

....    39 

Peniel 

-C  M.... 

....  238 

.8s,  7s     .. 

.53,  301 

Lyte 

..6s,  4S 

....  233 

Penitence 

-7s,  6s,  8s.. 

....  176 

Stouerhton 

-8s,  7s,  D.. 

....  283 

.8s,  D 

....  245 

Perry 

Peterboro' 

-7s,  I) 

.C.  M 

....  338 
....     13 

Stowell . . 

L.  M 

28 

"Mapipon 

Sweet  Hour 

L.  M.  D.. 

.  ..    30 

Magill 

.lis 

....  243 

Pilot 

,7s,  61 

401 

Mainzer 

-L.  M.... 

....    68 

Plevel's  Hy 

.205,  315 

T  AM  WORTH 

364 

Maitland 

..C  M 

....  209 

Portuguese  Hy. 

.L.M 

....  128 

Tappan 

C  M.   . 

369 

Malvern 

.j..;:.... 

....  818 

Portuguese,  Hy. 

.119 

....  218 

Tell  the  Story... 

.73,  %5s,  D.. 

....  159 

0 

430 


METRICAL    INDEX, 


Page. 

Tharaw 79,  6/ 184 

Thatcher S.  M 267 

The  Lord's  Pray.. Chant 55 

The  Ninetyand  N .  P.  M 153 

Theodora 7s 205 

Thy  Will Chant 279 

Topaz P.  M 223 

Trent C.  M 100 

Triste 8s,  7s,  B 280 

Truro L.  M 72 

Trusting 7s 192 

Tully 7s,  6s,  D 377 


UXBRIDGE L.  M. 


VALENTIA C.  M 255 

Varina C.  M.  B 78,372 

Vernon 8s,  D 244 

Vesper 8s,  7s 382 

Vesper  Hy 8s,7s,B...,tf    fil 


Page. 


Victory 

..8S,  7S,  48. 

381 

Wilberforce 

78,  61.... 

....  172 

Vienna 

..7s 

204 

Willington . . 

L.M.... 

....    61 

Vigil 

S    M 

372 

Willoughby 
Wilmot 

.....C.  P.  M. 
8s,  78 

....  216 

....  229 

Viola 

..7s,  6/.... 

251 

..8s,  4s.... 

....  198 

Wilson 

Wimborne.. 

88,  78 

289 

Wales 

L.  M 

.134,202 

Ward 

..L.  M.... 

....  344 

Windham . . . 

L.  M.... 

....  318 

Ware 

..L.  M.... 

..33,  293 

Wirth 

C.  M.... 

....  206 

Warner 

..L.  M.... 

....  175 

Wood 

S.  M.... 

....  312 

Warrington 

..L.  M.... 

....  2GI 

Woodland  . . 

C.  M.... 

....  381 

Warsaw 

..H.  M... 

....  287 

Woodstock . 

C.  M.... 

....     2G 

Warwick 

..C.  M.... 

....     17 

Wood  worth. 

L.M 

.175,282 

Watchman 

..S.  M.... 

....  360 

Work  Song. 

P.  M.... 

....  297 

Webb 

..7s,  68,  D. 

.215,  334 

Weber 

..78 

....       3 

Yarmouth . 

7s,  6s,  D. 

....  215 

Wells 

..L.  M... 

....  148 

Yoakley 

L.  M.  6Z. 

....      5 

Welton 

..L.  M.... 

....  304 

York 

CM.... 

....    64 

Wesley 

..118,  108.. 

....  335 

Westminster... 

-.88,    78... 

....  300 

ZEPHYR 

L.  M 

.135,352 

What  a  Friend. 

..8s, 7s,  D. 

....  221 

Zerah 

C.  M.... 

..   -    90 

Waiteneld 

,.S,  M.... 

139 

Zion, ....... 

8s,  7s,  4a 

....  337 

METRICAL   INDEX. 


Page. 
L.   M. 

All  Saints 130 

Anvern 20,  345 

Appleton 344 

Ashwell 163 

Beethoven 282 

Bera 162 

Blake 180 

Bloomlield  Ch 260 

Capello 61 

Crawford 98 

Barley 305 

Borman 181 

Doxologv  56 

BukeSt! 257,  400 

Bwight 237 

Easton 320 

Eisenach 341 

El  Paran 21 

Ernan 181 

Evening  Hy 44 

Federal  St 232,  353 

Forest 72 

Galilee f3 

Germany 99 

Gilead 34 

Grace  Church 236 

Gratitude 256 

Grostette 340 

Hamburg 105,  321 

Happy  Bay 321 

Harmony  Grove 93 

Haslam 105 

Hebron 45,  307 

Hosanna 237 

Hursley 44,  236 

Ingham 162 

Linwood 30 

Long 339 

Louvan  73 

Loving-Kindness 152 

Lowry 21,  389 

Luton 304 

Mainzer 68 

Malvern 318 

Melcombe 19 

Mendon 339 

Migdol 19 

Missionary  Ch...202,  311 

C 


Page. 
Oberlin 31 

Old  Hundred 32 

Olive's  Brow 104 

O  verberg 45 

Park  Street 203 

Portuguese  Hy 128 

Prince  135 

Repentance 148 

Rest 353 

Retreat 28 

Rockingham 99 

Rolland  18 

Rose  Hill 292 

Rothwell 129 

Samson  130 

Seasons 163 

Sessions   319 

Solitude 104 

Spohr  260 

St.  Alban 92 

Stowell 28 

Truro  72 

Uxbridge 60 

Ward 344 

Ware 33,  293 

Warner 175 

Warrington 261 

Wells  148 

Welton 304 

Willington 61 

Windham 318 

Wood  worth 175,  282 

Zephyr 135,  352 

L.   M.,  6  lines. 

Admah 4 

And  Can  ItBo 265 

Brownell 5 

Handy  271 

Memorial 229 

Palestine 270 

Rakem 4 

Solid  Rock 265 

St.  Matthias 55 

Yoakley 5 

L.   M.   D. 
Bennington 131 


Page. 

Creation  69 

He  Leadeth  Me 283 

Nun  da 358 

Solid  Rock 92 

Sweet  Hour 30 

L.   P.   M. 
Newcourt 35 

C.    M. 

Antioch 88 

Arcadia 207 

Arlington 151 

Armenia ...234 

Arundel 147 

Augustus 368 

Avon 106,  174 

Azmon 126,  306 

Balerma 161 

Barby 356 

Belmont  311 

Bemerton 11 

Boardman 137 

Bond 290 

Bradford 125 

Bridgman 262 

Brown  262 

Byefield 27 

Caddo 174 

Cambridge 206 

Chester  136 

Chesterfield 189 

Chimes 65 

China 357 

Christmas 90,  208 

Church 13 

Cincinnati 125 

Clarendon 303 

Colchester 27 

Communion 106 

Cooling 191 

Corinth 253 

Coronation 127 

Coventry  380 

Co  wper 150 

DcUliUin 323 


Page. 

Devizes 65 

Bowns 76 

Bundee 77 

Eckhardtsheim 262 

Elizabethtown 63 

Elvet 137 

Evan 191,  311 

Exhortation 188 

Fountain 150 

Geer 235 

Geneva 71 

Glasgow 154,  396 

Grigg 101 

Haven 62 

Heber 239 

Helena   101 

Henry 36 

Hermon 190 

Holy  Cross 239 

Howard 368 

Hummel 147 

Huntington 263 

Hymn 17 

Invitation 103 

Iola 64 

Jazer 91 

Knox 62 

La  Mira 234 

Lanesboro' 11 

Laud 77 

Lutzen 74 

Maitland 209 

Manoah 79,  107 

Marlow 10 

Mear 10 

Melody 238 

Merton 36 

Miles  Lane 127 

Monson 146 

Mt.  Auburn 252 

Naomi 253 

Naumann 380 

Newbold 91 

New- York  Tune 397 

Noel 75 

Northfield 387 

Oaksville 12 

Ortonville 102 

Oxford 322 


METRICAL    INDEX. 


431 


PAGE. 

Palestrina 223 

Peniel 238 

Peterboro' 13 

Kemsen 302 

Ketum 161 

Rhine 378 

Rogers 209 

Romberg 272 

Serenity 189 

Siloani 273,  306 

Simpson 151 

Southport 26,  235 

St.  Agnes 357 

St,  Ann's 71,  291 

St.  Martin's 291 

Stephens 136 

Tappan 369 

Trent 100 

Valentia 255 

Warwick 17 

Wirth 206 

Woodland £81 

Woodstock 26 

York 64 

Zerah 90 

C.    M.     5  lines. 

Lanesboro' 11 

Tanpan 369 

Woodland 381 

C.   M.    D. 

Athens 155 

Brattle  St 70 

Bryant 403 

Canaan 386 

Greenport 264 

Heavenly  Fold 310 

Jerusalem 71 

Jordan 373 

Joyful  Sound 379 

St.  Asaph 350 

Varina 78,  372 

C.    P.    M. 

Ariel 241 

Bremen 217 

Ganges 145 

Meribah 145,  358 

Willoughby 216 

S.    M. 

Adrian 317 

Alexander 213 

Badea 276 

Barber 37 

Bedan 297 

Boylston 312 

Biaden 46 

Carlisle 230 

Clapton 211 

Dawn 355 

Dennis 211,  276 

Detroit 160 

Dover 342 

Dunbar 355 

Evening 47 

Ferguson 267 

Glory 15 

Golden  Hill £13 

Good  Cheer 254 

Gorton 144 

Greenwood 231,  361 

Haverhill 372 

Haydn 138 

Inverness 307 

Iowa 149 

Laban 210 

Langton 29 

I.eiphton 212,  296 

Lisbon 15 

Luther 266,  342 

Mornington 138 

Olmutz 213,  354 

Olney 139 

Ontario 254 

Owen 160,  316 

Packington 16 

Prayer 149 

c 


Page. 

Renovation 210 

Rialto 222 

Selvin 277 

Shawmut 144 

Shirland 29 

Silver  Street 37 

St,  Bride 343 

St,  Thomas 11 

State  Street 16 

Stillingfleet 230 

Thatcher 2G7 

Vigil 372 

Watchman 3tt) 

Whitefleld 139 

Wood 312 

S.  M.   D. 

Apollos 286 

BeDjamin 122 

Diademata 123 

S.   P.   M. 
Dalston 1 

H.   M. 

Haddam 287 

Lenox 154 

Lischer 6 

Millennium 6 

Warsaw 287 

6s  &  4s. 

America 398 

Bethany 186 

Bread  of  Life 57 

Cutting 412 

Dort 124 

Italian  Hymn 85 

Jesus,  My  All 172 

Lyte 233 

More  Love 186 

New  Haven 141 

Oak • 370 

Olivet 233 

Reden 187 

Righini 124 

Something  for 187 

6s  &  Bs. 

St,  Alban's 198 

St.  Gertrude 109 

6s.     D. 
Jewett 278 

7s. 

Aletta 192,  315 

Beminster 247 

Chapel 2 

Dallas 24 

Dijon 3,  24 

Easter  Hymn 116 

Fulton 140,  247 

Hendon 2 

Herold 25 

Hollev 49 

Horton 164 

Karl 246 

Merer 140,  275 

Monkland 314 

Mozart 117 

Pleyel's  Hvmn...205,  315 

Sciidamoro" 117 

Seymour 49 

Solitude 194 

Theodora 205 

Trusting 192 

Vienna 204 

Weber 3 

7s.    6  lines. 

Betterland 391 

Dix 25 

Dykes 327 

Guide 250 

JIalle 8 


PACE. 

Nuremberg 184 

Pilot 401 

Repose 251 

Rock  of  Ages 326 

Rosefield 250 

Sabbath 7 

Spanish  Hymn... 156,  240 

Tliaraw 184 

Viola 251 

Wilberf  orce 172 

7s.     Double. 

Benevento 1C3,  395 

Beulah 374 

Blumenthal 84 

Comfort 274 

Eltham 328 

Hamlin 40 

Hollingside 194 

Marty  n 164,  195 

Messiah 204 

Onido 248 

Perry 338 

Refuge 195 

St.  George 394 

7s   &   6s. 

Amsterdam 351 

Geneva 3C1 

7s  &  6s. 

Alford 377 

Auxelia 178 

Bernard 376 

Caskey 214 

Chenies 66 

Ewing 385 

Gerhardt Ill 

God's  Love 402 

Immortality 388 

Mendebras 9 

Miriam 67,  384 

Missionary  Hymn 332 

Munich 333 

Old,  Old  Story 158 

Passion  Chorale 110 

Patnah Ill 

St.  Hilda 179 

St.  James 375 

Tell  the  Story 159 

Tully 377 

Webb 215,  334 

Yarmouth 215 

8s  &  4s. 
Wales 1C8 

8s   &  Bs. 
Pass  Me  Not 170 

8s  &   6s. 
Flemming 279 

8s   &   7s. 

Bartimeus 228 

Carthage 114 

Dorrnance 280,  324 

Essex 200 

Milwaukee 1 281 

Pearl  Street 325 

Rathbun 114,  336 

Eegent  Square 88 

Shepherd 324 

Sicily 325 

Solney 301 

St.  Sylvester 399 

Stock weU £3,  301 

Vesper 382 

Westminster 300 

Wilmot 229 

Wilson 253 

8s  cfi:  7s,  D. 

Austria 201 

Autumn 121 

Bavaria 808 

Bayley 220 


Page. 

Ellesdie 200 

Faben 437 

Gaylord 177 

Greenville 53 

Guidance 383 

Harwell 119 

Hymn  of  Joy 103 

Love  Divine 220 

Middleton 289 

Mission  Song 298 

Nettleton 309 

Promise 115 

St.  Chad 81 

Stoughton 288 

Triste 280 

Vesper  Hymn 81 

What  a  Friend 221 

8s,  7s  &  4s. 

Brest 364 

Calvary 120 

Farland 120 

Grace 166 

Greenville 53 

Hamden 337 

Oliphant 52 

Segur 52 

Tamworth 364 

Victory 381 

Zion 337 

8s,  7s  &  7s. 
Life 170 

Millington 118,  359 

St.  Joseph 103 

7s,  8s  &   7s. 

Long  Home 349 

Meinhold 349 

7s,  6s  &  8s. 
Penitence 176 

6s,   8s    &  4s. 
Leoni 33 

10s. 

Assurance 411 

Eventide 43 

Henley 328 

Morning  Praise 404 

Pax  Dei  *. 48 

Savannah 8 

lOs   <&   4s. 
Lux  Benigna 231 

lOs   &   lis. 

Houghton 224 

Lyons £9 

lis. 

Cana 218 

Expostulation 165 

Frederick 343 

Goshen 219,  242 

Magill 243 

Portuguese  Hymn 218 

lis  &  8s. 
New- Year's  nvmn...3C8 
Nightfall CO 

lis  &  lOs. 

A  Little  While 410 

Avison 95 

Come,  ye  Dis 167 

Ravnolds 329 

Still  Water ....240 

Wesley 335 

12s. 

Scotland 152 

Frederick 348 


INDEX  OF  AUTHORS. 


The  dates  of  decease  are  jiiven  in  most  instances:  sometimes  the  date  of  birth, 
known,  the  date  of  publication  is  added  in  parentheses. 


When  neither  of  these 


ADAMS,  Mrs.  Sarah  Flower,  d.  1849.    Hymn  485. 
ADDISON,  Joseph,  d.  1719.    Hymns  8,  18:5,  187,  988,  1052. 
Alexander,  Mrs.  Cecil  Frances,  b.  1823.    Hymns  324, 

887,  973,  998. 
Alexander,    Rev.    James   Waddell,   D.D.,    d.    1859. 

Hymns  285,  290. 
Alford,  Rev.  Henry,  D.D.,  d.  1871.    Hymns  978,  983. 

1006,  1046. 
Allen,  Rev.  James,  d.  1804.    Hymns  298,  839. 
Allen,  Rev.  Jonathan,  (1801).    Hymn  433. 
Anderson,  Mrs.  Maria  Frances,  b.  1819.    Hymn  892. 
Anstice,  Joseph,  d.  1836.    Hymn  561. 
Auber,  Miss  Harriet,  d.  1862.    Hymns 54,  373,  791,  903. 
Aveling,  Rev.  Thomas  \V.,  b.  1815.    Hymn  786. 

Bacon,  Rev.  Leonard,  D.D.,  b.  1802.    Hymns  66,  905, 

1060. 
Bailey,  Mrs.  Urania  Locke,  (1870).    Hymn  447. 
Baker,  Rev.  and  Sir  Henry  Williams,  d.  1877.  Hymns 

216,  226,  838,  1043. 
Bakewell,  Rev.  John,  d.  1819.    Hymns  282,  302. 
Bancroft,  Mrs.  Charitie  Lees,  b.  1841.    Hymn  1001. 
Barrauld,  Mrs.  Anna  Letitia,  d  1825.   Hymns  53,  426, 

674,  797,  942,  1050. 
Baring-GO lld,  Rev.  Sabine,  b.  1834.    Hymns  141,518, 

1017. 
Barton,  Bernard,  d.  1849.    Hymn  655. 
BATHURST,  Rev.  William  Hiley,  b.  1796.    Hymns  909, 

970, 1008. 
Baxter,  Rev.  Richard,  d.  1691.    Hymn  537. 
BEDDOME,  Rev.  Benjamin,  d.  1795.    Hymns  08,  1C0,  182, 

352,  363,  416,  680,  712,  765,  825,  910,  979. 
BEECHER,  Rev.  Charles,  D.D.,  b.  1819.    Hymn  1035. 
Bennett,  Henrv,  (1851).    Hym?i99o. 
Bethune,  Rev.  George  W.,  D.D.,  d.  1862.    Hymns  917, 

961. 
Bickersteth,  Rev.  Edward  Henry,  b,  1825.    Hymns 

176,  873,  877. 
BLACKLOCK,  Rev.  Thomas,  D.D.,  d.  1791.    Hymn  220. 
Blair,  Rev.  Robert,  d.  1746.    Hymn  969. 
Blew,  Rev.  William  John,  (1849).    Hymn  122. 
BONAR,  Rev.  Horatius,  D.D.,  b.  1808.    Hymns  220,  246, 

276,  286,  396,  463,  502,  633,  647,  651,  727,   748,  758, 

790,  804,  840,  876,  916,  948,  959,  963,  992,  1015. 
Bortiiwick,  Miss  Jane,  b.  1825.    Hymns  422,  449,  726, 

893,  1021. 
Bowdler,  Rev.  John,  d.  1815.    Hymns  481,  583. 
BOWRING,  Sir  John,  LL.D.,  d.  1S72.    Hymns  132,  163, 

225,  257,  300,  678,  730,  932. 
Bridges,  Matthew,  d.  1852.    Hymns  320,  322. 
Brown,  Mrs.  Phoebe  Hinsdale,  d.  1861.  Hymns  18,  65, 

918. 
Browne,  Rev.  Simon,  d.  1732.    Hymns  354,  511. 
Bruce,  Michael,  d.  1767.    Hymns  75,  1028. 
Bryant,  William  Cullen,  d.  1«7».    Hymns  735,  760,  923, 

1067. 
Burder,  Rev.  George,  d.  1832.    Hymns  50,  199. 
Bukdsall,  Richard,  d.  1824.    Hymn  402. 
Burokss,  Rev.  George.  D.D.,  d.  1866.    Hymn  TAG. 
BURNHAM,  Rev.  Richard,  <Z.  1810.    HymnHW. 
Burns,  Rev.  James  Drummond,  d.  1»64.    Hymns  120, 

293. 
BURTON,  John,  d.  1822.    Hymns  379,  940. 

CAMPBELL,  Robert,  #.  1868.  Hymn  831. 
Campbell,  Thomas,  d.  1844.  Hymn  242. 
Carlyle,  Rev.  Joseph  Dacre,  d.  1804.    Hymn  22. 

Carev,  .    HymnbTI. 

CARY,  Miss  Phoebe,  d.  1871.     Hymn  949. 
Caswall,  Rev.  Edward,  d.  1878.    Hymns  351,  614,  637, 
1058. 


Cawood,  Rev,  John,  d.  1852.    Hymn  234. 
Cenntck,  Rev.  John,  rt.  1755.    Hymns334,  532. 
Chandler,  Rev.  John,  d.  1876.    Hymns  40,  751. 
Clephane,  Elizabeth  C,  (1870).    J/i/mft  403. 
Cleveland,  Benjamin,  (1790).    Hymnm. 
Codnkr,  Elizabeth,  (1860).    Hymn448. 
COLES,  Abram,  M.D.,  (1875).    Hymn523. 
COLESWORTHY,  D.  C,  (1857).    Hymn  153. 
Collyer,  Rev.  William  Bengo,  D.D.,d.  1854.    Hymns 

442,  731,  908,  976. 
Conder,  Josiah,  d.  1855.    Hymns  175,  178,  227,  261,  451, 

832,  1019. 
Cooper,  John,  (1808).    Hymn  179. 
Cotterill,  Rev.  Thomas,  d.  1823.    Hymns  85,  360. 
Cousin,  Mrs.  Anne  Ross,  (1857).    Hymns  5*7, 1037. 
COWPER,  William,  d.  1800.    Hymns  52,  74,  77,  173,  209, 

398,  493,  555,  626,  659,  720,  754,  836. 
Cox,  Frances  Elizabeth,  (1841).    Hymns  627,  936. 
Coxe,  Rev.  Arthur  Cleveland,  D.D.,  b.  1818.    Jlymns 

258,  757. 
Crewdson,  Mrs.  Jane  Fox,  d.  1863.    Hymns  709,  1081. 
Croswell,  Rev.  William,  d.  1851.    Hymn  795. 
Cutting,  Rev.  Sewall  S.,  D.D.,  (1876).    Hymn  462. 

Dana,  Mrs.  Mary  S.  B.,  6.  1810.    Hymn  1000. 
Davies,  Rev.  Samuel,  d.  1761.    Hymn  856. 
Davis,  Rev.  Thomas,  (1864).    Hymn  1031. 
DECK,  James  George,  (1837).    Hys.  289,  601,  687,  717, 721. 
De  Fleury,  Maria,  (1791).    Hymnttlb. 
Denny,  Sir  Edward,  b.  1796.    Hymns  263,  264,  272,  805, 
1024,  1026,  1029. 

Dickson,  Rev.  David,  d.  1662.    Hymn  1007. 

Dix,  William  Chatterton,  b.  1837.    HymnM. 

DOane,  Rev.  George  Washington,  D.D.,  d.  1859. 
Hymns  129,  265. 

Dobell,  John,  d.  1840.    Hymn  418. 

DODDRIDGE,  Rev.  Philip,  D.D.,  d.  1751.  Hymns  34,  44, 
71,  118,  150,  184,  228,  253,  349,  353,  423,  506,  539,  512,  549, 
603,  612,  668,  684,  685,  690,  761,  767,  794,  801,  608,  809,827, 
851,  857,  913,  921,  958,  9,s0,  1056,  1061,  1062. 

Drummond,  Rev.  William  H.,  d.  1856.    Hymn  806. 

Dryden  John,  d.  1700,    Hymn  377. 

Duffield,  Rev.  George,  D.D.,  b.  1818.    Hymns 557,617. 

DUNN,  Rev.  Robinson  P.,  D.D.,d.  1867.  Hymns  504, 
965. 

Dwight,  Rev.  Timothv,  D.D.,  d.  1817.    Hymns  12, 35. 

DYER,  Rev.  Sidney,  b.  1814.    Hymn  783. 

Edmeston,  James,  d.  1867.    Hymns  135,  139,  149,  526, 

590,  713,  722,  776. 
ELLERTON,  Rev.  John,  b.  1826.    Hymn  125,  128. 
ELLIOTT,  Miss  Charlotte,  d.  1871.    Jlymns  457,  508,  715, 

728,  738,  968. 
Elven,  Rev.  Cornelius,  b.  1797.    Hymn  456. 
Enfield,  Rev.  William,  D.D.,  d.  1797.    Hymn262. 
Evans,  Rev.  Jonathan,  d.  1809.    Hymn  315. 
Everest,  Charles  William,  (1878.)    Hymn833. 

Faber,  Rev.  Frederick  William,  D.D.,  d.  1863.  Hymns 
142,  214.  235,  269,  4b(),  538,  648,  654,  889,  993. 

Fanch,  Rev.  James,  (1794).    Hymn  321. 

Fawcett,  Rev.  John,  D.D.,  a.  1817.  Hymns  104,  185, 
206,  824. 

Fellows,  John,  (1773).    HymnSll. 

Fitch,  Rev.  Eleazar  T.,  D.D.,  d.  1871.    Hymn  124. 

Fletcher,  Miss ,  (1857).    Hymn  800. 

Ford,  Rev.  David  Everard,  (1828).    Hymn954. 
Francis,  Rev.  Benjamin,  d.  1799.    Hymn  624. 
Fry,  Mrs.  Caroline  (Wilson),  d.  1846.    Hymn622. 

Gates,  Mrs.  Ellen  H.,  (1863).    Hymn  785. 


INDEX    OF    AUTHORS. 


433 


Gibbons,  Rev.  Thomas,  D.D.,  d.  1785.  Hymns  807, 1032. 
GILL,  Rev.  Thomas  Hornblower,  b.  1819.    Hymns  592, 

646. 
Oilman,  Samuel,  (1823).    HymnSU. 
GILMORE.  Rev.  J.  H.,  b.  1834.    Hymn  737. 
Goode,  Rev.  William,  d.  1816.    Hymns  317,  514,  9S2. 
GOUGH,  Benjamin,  b.  1805.    Hymn  891. 
GRANT,  Sir  Robert,  d.  1838.    Hymns  93,  161,  222,  501, 

708. 
GRIGG,  Rev.  Joseph,  d.  1768.    Hymns  421,  597. 
Gurney,  Rev.  John  Hampden,  d.  1862.    Hymn  206. 
Guyon,  Mme.  Jeanne  JVI.  B.  <le  la  M.,  d.  1717.    Hymn 

742. 

Hall,  Mrs.  E.  M.,  (1870K    Hymn  410. 

Hammond,  Rev.  William,  d.  1783.    Hymns  2,  32,  371, 

443. 
HANAFORD,  Mrs.  J.  H.,  (1852).    Hymn  792. 
Hankey,  Miss  Katharine,  (1865).    Hymns  413,  414. 
Hart,  Rev.  Joseph,  d.  1768.    Hymns  117, 126,  361,  432. 
HARTSOUGH,  Rev.  L.,  (1872).    Hymn  411. 
Hastings,  Thomas,  d.  1872.    Hymns  15,  419,  428,  440, 

472,  503,  536,  615, 667,  698,  724,  733,  739,  793,  881,  885,  896, 

928. 
Havergal,  Miss  Frances  Ridley,  (1872).    Hymn  618. 
HAWEIS,   Rev.  Thomas,  M.D.,  d.  1820.    Hymns  412, 

455,  639. 
Hawks,  Mrs.  Annie  Sherwood,  b.  1835.    Hymn  484. 

Hayward, (1806).    Hymn  10. 

Heath,  Rev.  George,  b.  1781.    Hymn  547. 

Heber,  Rev.  Reginald,  D.D.,  d.  1826.    Hymns  96,  250, 

799,  810,  890,  934,  938,  984. 
HEDGE,  Rev.  Frederick  H.,  D.D.,  b.  1805.    Hymns  215, 

287. 
Heginbotham,  Rev.   Ottiwell,  d.  1768.    Hymns  162, 

632. 
Hemans,  Mrs.  Felicia  Dorothea,  d.  1835.    Hymn  291. 
Hill,  Rev.  Rowland,  d.  1833.    Hymns  719,  768. 
HILLHOUSE,  Augustus  L.,  d.  1859.    Hymn  477. 
Hinsdale,  Mrs.  Grace  W.,  (1865).    Hymn  528. 
Holmes,  Oliver  WTendell,  M.D.,  &.  1809.    Hymns  191, 

609. 
Hopkins,  Rev.  Josiah,  d.  1862.    Hymn  427. 
How,  Rev.  William  Walsham,  b.  1823.    Hymns  174, 

464,  780. 
Humphreys,  Rev.  Joseph,  b.  1720.    Hymn  640. 
Huntington,  Selina,  Countess  of,  d.  1791.    Hymns 

133,  957. 
Hurn,  Rev.  William,  d.  1829.    Hymn  239. 
Hutton,  James,  d.  1795.    Hymn  46. 
Hyde,  Mrs.  Ann  Beadley,  d.  1872.    Hymns  417,  814. 

Jervis,  Rev.  Thomas,  d.  1793.    Hymn  33. 
JOHNS,  Rev.  Henry  D.,  (1865).    Hymn  915. 
JOHNSON,  Rev.  Samuel,  b.  1822.    Hymns  788,  879. 
JONES,  Rev.  Edmund,  d.  1765.    Hymn  420. 
JOYCE,  Rev.  James,  tf.  1850.    Hymn  922. 

Keble,  Rev.  John,  d.  1S66.    Hymns  112,  201,  370,  652, 

662. 
Keith,  George,  (1787).    Hymn  563. 
KELLY,   Rev.  Thomas,  d.  1855.    Hymns  6,  56,  E7,  137, 

306,  309,  310,  311,  312,  314,  318,  328,  544,  551,  630,  900, 

956. 
Ken,  Rev.  Thomas,  D.D.,  d.  1711.    Hymns  48,  80,  113. 
Kent.  John,  d.  1843.    Hymn  692. 
Kethe,  Rev.  William,  (1561).    Hymn70. 
Key,  Francis  Scott,  d.  1843.    Hymn  212. 
Knollis,  Rev.  Francis  Minden,  (1860).    Hymn  1040. 
KNOX, .    ifj/wn  429. 

LATHBURY,  Miss  Mary  A.,  (1877).    Hymns  145,  1072. 
Laurenti,  Lauren tius,  d.  1722.    Hymn  218. 
LE.E,  Richard,  (1794).    Hymn  283. 
Leeson,  J.  E.    Hymn  641. 
Leland,  Rev.  John,  (1799).    Hymn  123. 
.Lloyd,  William  Freeman,  d.  1853.    Hymns  584,  740. 
Longfellow,  Rev.  Samuel,  (1860).    Hymn  798. 
LOWRY,  Rev.  Robert,  D.D.,  (1868).    Hymn  430. 
LUTHER,  Rev.  Martin,  D.D.,  d.  1546.    Hymn  243. 
Lyte,  Rev.  Henry  Francis,  d.  1847.    Hymns  24,  43,  94, 
127,  473,  520,  521,  552,  683,  927,  1069. 

Mackay,  Mrs.  Margaret,  (1832).    Hymn  944. 
Macduff,  Rev.  John  Robert,  D.D.,  (1853).     Hymn 

1014. 
Mac  K  kllar,  Thomas,  b.  1812.    Hymn  1030. 
Madan,  Rev.  Martin,  d.  1790.    HymnbZZ. 
Mant,  Rev.  Richard,  D.D.,  d.  1848.    Hymns  211.  213, 

872,  960.  *        ' 

C 


101. 


March,  Rev.  Daniel,  D.D.,  &.  1816.   J7i/mn  784. 

Marriott,  Rev.  John,  d.  1825.    Hymn  369. 

Mason,  William,  d.  1791.    Hymn  1070. 

MASSIE,  Richard,  (1859).    Hymns  1002, 1003. 

Maude,  Mrs.  Mary  F,,  (1848).    Hymn834. 

MCCHEYNE,  Rev.  Robert  Murrav,  d.  1843.  Hys.  019, 

MCCOMB,  William.      Hymn  453" 

McDonald,  Rev.  William,  (1870).    Hymn  498. 

MEDLEY,  Rev.  Samuel,  d.  1799.  Hymns  254,  393, 
404,  470,  616. 

Merrick,  Rev.  James,  d.  1769.    Hymns  4,  507. 

Millard,  Rev.  James  Elwin,  D.  D.,  (1848).   Hymn 

Milman,  H.  H.    Hymn  716. 

Milton,  John.  d.  1674.    Hymn  99. 

Mitchell,  Rev.  William,  (1831).    Hymn  267. 

Montgomery,  James,  d.  1854.  Hymns  3,  23,  67, 
107,  130,  146,  156,  221,  259,  336,  365,  380,  381,  439, 
522,  564,  580,  582,  710,  763,  766,  774,  779,  782,  835, 
849,  862,  888,  894,  902,  931,  946,  962,  971,  972,  999. 

MOORE,  Thomas,  d.  1852.    Hymn  431. 

Morris,  George  P.,  (1858).    Hymn  495. 

Morrison,  Rev.  John,  D.D.,  d.  1798.    Hymn  237. 

MOTE,  Rev.  Edward,  b.  1797.    Hymn  688. 

Moultrie,  Rev.  Gerard.      Hymn  653. 

Muhlenberg,  Rev.  William  Augustus,  D.D.,  d. 
Hymns  247,  817,  841,  933. 


Nason,  Rev.  Elias,  (1857).    Hymn  586. 

Neale,  Rev.  John  Mason,  D.D.,  d.  1866.    Hymns  119, 

340,  569,  1004,  1005,  1020,  1022,  1023. 
Needham,  Rev.  John,  (1768).    Hymns  210,  535. 
Nelson,  Rev.  David,  M.D.,  d.  1844.    Hymn  1010. 
Nettleton,  Rev.  Asahel,  D.D.,  d.  1844.    Hymn  650. 
Nevin,  Rev.  Edwin  H.,  D.D.,  b.  1814.     Hymns  588,  643. 
Newman,  Rev.  John  Henry,  D.D.,  b.  1801.    Hymn  734. 
NEWTON,  Rev.  John,  d.  1807.    Hymns  13,  61,  62,  70,  72, 

76,  108,  115,  138,  155,  279,  400,  482,  496,  499,  515,  574,  576, 

585,  611,  613,  623,  628,  638,  642,  658,  705,  753,  897,  975, 

1048. 

Noel,    Hon.    and    Rev.   Gerard    Thomas,    d.   1851. 
Hymns  714,  864. 

OCCUM,  Rev.  Samson,  d.  1792.    Hymn  383. 
Olivers,  Rev.  Thomas,  d.  1799.    Hymn  95. 
ONDERDONK,  Rev.  Henry  TJ stick,  D.D.,  d.  1858.  Hymns 
441,  812. 

Palmer,  Rev.  Ray,  D.D.,  b.  1808.    Hymns  17, 193,  281, 

294,  330,  332,  368',  460,  465,  598,  600,  604,  606,  608, 621,  822, 

885,  952,  996,  1033,  1034,  1047. 
PARK,  Rev.  Roswell.  D.D.,  d.  1869.    Hymn  866. 
PEABODY,  Rev.  William   J3.  O.,  D.D.,  d.  1847.    Hymn 

937. 
PERRONET,  Rev.  Edward,  d.  1792.  Hymn  329. 
Peters,  Mrs.  Mary  Bowly,  d.  1856.    Hymn  519. 
Phelps,  Rev.  Sylvanus  Dryden,  D.D.,  (1862).    Hymn 

488. 
Pierpont,  Rev.  John,  d.  1866.    Hymn  154. 
PIERSON,  Rev.  Arthur  T.,  D.D.,  (1873).    Hymn  219. 
Pirrie,  Rev.  Alexander,  d.  1804.    Hymn  327. 
POPE,  Alexander,  d.  1744.    Hymn  967. 
Potter,  Rev.  Thomas  J.,  (1867).    Hymn  517. 
Prentiss,  Mrs.  Elizabeth  P.,  d.  1878.    Hymn  486. 

Raffles,  Rev.  Thomas,  D.D.,  d.  1863.    Hymns  55,  68C. 
Rankin,  Rev.  J.  E.,  (1855).    Hymn  478. 
Randolph,  Anson  D.  F.,  (1865).    Hymn  483. 
Rawson.  George,  b.  1837.    Hymns  374, 718,  819. 
REED,  Rev.  Andrew,  D.D.,  d.  1S62.    Hymns  256,  3CG, 

702,  743. 
Rippon,  Rev.  John,  D.D.,  d.  1836.    Hymns  376,  805. 
Robinson,  Rev.  Charles  S.,  D.D.,  (1862).    Hymn  487. 
Robinson,  George,  (1842).    Hymn  752. 
Robinson,  Rev.  Robert,  d.  1790.    Hymns  316,  818. 

ROSCOE,  Rev.  J. .    Hymn  736. 

Rowe,  Rev.  John,  d.  1832.    Hymn  870. 

Sandys,  George,  d.  1644.    Hymn  103. 

Scott,  Elizabeth,  (1764).    Hymn  190. 

Scott,  Rev.  Thomas,  d.  1776.    Hymn  297. 

Scott,  Sir  Walter,  d.  1832.    Hymn  981. 

Seagrave,  Rev.  Robert,  b.  1693.    Hymn  939. 

Sears,  Rev.  Edmund  Hamilton,  D.D.,  d.  1876.  Hymns 

240,  248. 
Shepherd,  Thomas,  d.  1739.    Hymn  543. 
SHERWlN,  William  P.,  (1872).    Hymns  461,  1065,  1083. 
Shirley,  Rev.  Walter,  d.  1786.    Hymns  136.  704. 
SHRUBSOLE,  Rev.  William,  d.  1797.    Hymns      904,  906. 
SlGOURNEY,  Mrs.  Lydia  h.,  a.  1865.    Hymns  362,  706. 


434 


INDEX    OF    SCRIPTURE    TEXTS. 


Slenn,  Sarah,  (1779).    Hymn  251. 

SMITH,  Mrs.  Caroline  Sprague,  (1855).    Hymn  747. 

SMITH,  Rev.  Samuel  F.,  D.D..  b.  1808.    Hymns  5,  539, 

884,  895,  947,  1059. 
SMYTHE,  Rev.  Edwin,  (1793).    Hymn  148. 
STEELE,  Miss  Anne,  d.  1778.    Hymns  7,  37,  51, 114, 

164,  172,  192,  198,  252,  270,  296,  333.  355,  385,  409,  454,  466, 


759,  762,  852,  882,  945, 


13.    Hymn  47. 
d.  1795.    Hymns  28,  59, 


Hymn  231. 


494,  510,  527,  578,  605,  649, 

1012,  1039. 
Stexxett,  Rev.  Joseph,  D.D.,  d.  1 
Stexxett,  Rev.  Samuel,  D.D 

268,  274,  344,  471,  676,  989. 
Sterxhold,  Thomas,  d.  1549. 

STEWART, ,  (1803).    Hymn  356. 

STOCKER,  John,  (1776).    HymnifH. 
Stoxe.  Rev.  Samuel  J.,  (1866).    Hymn  771. 
STOWELL,  Rev.  Hugh,  d.  1865.    Hymn  69. 
Stroxg,  Rev.  Nathan,  D.D.,  d.  1816.    Hymn  1049. 
STRYKER,  Rev.  Peter,  D.D.,  (1869).    Hymn  346. 
Swaix,  Rev.  Joseph,  d.  1796.    Hymns  530,  545,  823. 

Tappax,  Rev.  William  Bingham,  d.  1S49.    Hymns  273, 

1011,  1013. 
Tate,  Nahum,  d.  1715.    Hymns  203,  238,  671. 
Taylor,  Miss  Emilv,  (1864).    Hymn  60. 
Taylor,  Rev.  Thomas  R.,  d.  1835.    Hymn  994. 
Thompson,  Rev.  John,  rf.  1818.    Hymn  207. 
THRUPP,  Miss  Dorothv  Ann,  d.  1847.    Hymn  815. 
THRUPP,  Rev.  Joseph'F.,  (1860).    Hymn  2^2. 
Toke,  Mrs.  Emma,  b.  1812.    Hymn  319. 
TOPLADY,  Rev.  Augustus  M.,  t/.  1778.    Hymns  372,  452, 

553,  711,  723,  874. 
Turner,  Rev.  Daniel,  d.  1793.    Hymn  656. 

Van  Alstyne,  Mrs.  Fanny  Crosby,  (1869).    Hymns 

446,  450,  459,  568,  1036. 
VOKE,  Mrs. ,  (1806).    Hymns  775,  907,  912. 

Walford,  Rev.  William  W.,  (1849).    Hymn  73. 
Wardlaw,  Rov,  Ralph,  D.D.,  d.  1853.    Hymn  629. 


Waring,  Miss  Anna,  Lefttift,  (1850).    Hymn  556. 

Warner,  Miss  Anna  B., .    Hymn  140. 

Watf.RBUKY,  Rev.  Jared  B.,  D.D.,  d.  1876.    HymnA44. 

Watts,  Rev.  Isaac,  D.D.,  d.  1748.  Hymns  1,  11,  19,  20, 
21,  25,  26,  29,  30,  31,  36,  38,  39,  41,  42,  43,  45,  58,  78,  81, 
82,  83,  84,  86,  87,  88,  89,  90,  91,  92,  93,  109,  116,  121, 
151,  158,  159,  166,  167,  168,  169,  170, 171,  186,  188,  189,  195, 
196,  197,  200,  202,  204,  205,  208,  230,  233,  236,  244,  260,  275 
277.  278,  280,  295,  325,  326,  331,  335,  337,  338,  341,  342,  345, 
347,  348,  350,  357,  359,  382,  386,  387,  388,  389,  390,  391,  392, 
395,  401,  407,  434,  435,  436,  437,  438,  468,469,  474,  509,513, 
524,  525,  529,  540,  541,  550,  571,  593.  595,  596,  610,  636,  657, 
661,  663,  664,  665,  669,  677,  679,  681,  682,  693,  695,  696,  699, 
701,  725,  741,  749,  770,  772,  777,  821,  829,  845,  846,  847,  854, 
855,  861,  911,  919,  920,  924,  925,  930,  941,  943,  950,  953,  955, 
964,  987,  990,  991,  997,  1027,  1041, 1055,  1068. 

Wesley,  Rev.  Charles,  d.  1788.  Hymns  14,  27,  97,  102, 
106,  111,  147,  223,  245,  299,  303,  305,  307,  323,  339,  378,384, 
397,  405,  406,  425,  458,  467,  476,  479,  489,  490,  492,  500,  505, 
516,  558,  566,  579,  589,  644,  666,  672,  689,  694,  750,  755,  756, 
820,  825,  830,  843,  844,  863,  875,  880,  914,  929,  986,  1057. 

Wesley.  Rev.  John,  d.  1791.  Hymns  110,  288.  554,  591, 
607,  700. 

White,  Henrv  Kirke,  d.  1806.    Hymns  194,  241,  951. 

WHITTIER,  John  G.,  b.  1808.     Hymns  271,  729,  802. 

Williams.  Miss  Helen  Maria,  d.  1827.    HyynnlSS. 

Williams,  Rev.  William,  d.  1791.    Hymns  134,  901. 

Willis.  Nathaniel  P.,  d.  1867.    Hymn  764. 

Wixkworth,  Miss  Catharine,  b.  1829.  Hymns  131, 
217,  308,  560,  594,  691,  935,  1018. 

WOLFE,  Rev.  Aaron  R.,  b.  1821.    HymnsQTo,  745, 828, 850. 

Wolcott,  Rev.  Samuel,  D.D.,  (1869)..  Hymn  1086. 

Woodbury,  Isaac  B.,  d.  1858.    Hymn  577. 

WORDSWORTH,  Rev.  Christopher,  D.D.,  6.  1807. 
Hymns  16,  313,  526,  1016. 

Wreford,  Rev.  John  R.,  D.D.,  (1837).  Hymns  645, 
1051. 

YOUXG, .    Hymn  232. 

Zlnzexdorf,  Count  Nicholas  Ludwig,  d.  1760.  Hymn 
562. 


INDEX    OF    SCRIPTURE    TEXTS. 


GENESIS. 

NUMBERS. 

2nd  Samuel. 

JOB. 

ch.ver.          Hymn. 

CH.VER.             Hymn. 

CH.VER.                HYMN. 

Ch.ver.           Hymn. 

ch.ver.          Hymn. 

30  :  7  ..482,  496,  502 

1:1  ..78,  93,  99,  183 

21  :  8,  9..287.470,  288 

12:  23... 935,  951.  945 

1  :  21... 709,  622,  712 

31:  .5  ...552,  703,  726 

1:2  ...369,  3-31,  377 

23:  10... 942,  947,  678 

22:  31... 163,  167,  173 

3  :  17... 969,  620,  961 

31  :  15.. 740,  712,  727 

1:3  ...369,  147,     99 

23:  19...  189,  161,  208 

23:  4  ...555,  735,  111 

7:  16... 933,  941,  953 

32:7  ..686,  683,  871 

1:  16.... 99,  205,  196 

9:  33... 283,  382,  405 

32:  8  ..60",  487,  737 

1:  26... 608,  221,  605 

Deuteronomy. 

1st  Kings. 

11  :  7  ...180,  190,  192 

34:  6  ..671,  185,  732 

2:3 16,  94,  122 

3:  25..997,  989,  1010 

13:  15... 713,  705,  643 

36:  7  ..408,  553,  186 

3:  8  ...200,  188,  202 

12:  9  .1015,  939,  1036 

8  :  57.1060,  1059,  772 

19:  25... 323,  333,  304 

36:  9  ...84,  111,  191 

3:  19... 951,  943,  963 

30:  19... 381,  384,  423 

18  :  21... 424,  422,  423 

22:  21.... 429,  27,  648 

37:  25.-563,  933,  747 

5:  24... 493,  487,  556 

31:6  ...563,  555,  574 

23:  10... 556,  720,  722 

39:  12.1000,  728,  958 

6:  3  ...428,  355,  974 

32:  11... 709,  187,  525 

2xd  Kings. 

26:  14.... 194,  206,  88 

41  :  1   ..797,  785,  807 

7:  1  ...841,  508,  505 

32:  49.. 989,  997,  1010 

•  7:3  . .  .420,  423,  428 

35:  10.... 575,  107,  31 

42:  1   ....473,  21,  29 

16:  13... 188,  200,  202 

33:  25... 706,  455,  584 

37:  21... 713,  709,  622 

43:  3  ...12,  158,  145 

17:7  ...527,  684,  563 

33:  27... 531,  529,  747 

45:  1  ..331,  341,  345 

18:  25...  182,  193,  195 

1st  Chronicles. 

Psalms. 

46:  1  ..919,  215,  560 

19:  17... 402,  428,  424 

JOSHUA. 

20  :  15... 956,  954,  903 

3  :  8  ..401,  696,  895 

47:  5  ..307,  347,  311 

22:  14... 574,  555,  576 

1:  8 27,  65,  168 

5:  3  ..36,  40,  46,48 

48:  1  ...78,  770,  772 

28:  16 485,  64,  56 

28:  20... 734,  808,  737 

1:  11... 941,  952,  989 
23:  14...  189,  208,  553 

2nd  Chronicles. 

14:  2  ..385,  388,  390 
14:  7  ..927,  401,  696 

50:  15.. 522,  563,  671 
51  :2  ..468,  474,  453 

32:  26.... 2,  77,  62,  70 

30:  13... 860,  854,  877 

15:  1  ..394,  7.   9,  22 

51  :  10.. 868,  385,  458 

Exodus. 

Judges. 

16:  8  ..258,  260,  266 

53:2  ..385,388,  394 

8:4  ...535,  7S3,  734 

Ezra. 

17  :  15..955,  526,  304 

55:  22.. 7 19,  705,  732 

3:  14 95,  180,  78 

9:G  ...S77,  447,  470 

18:  10.... 231,  88,  98 

56:  3  ..536,  643,  554 

13:  21....  134,  753,  755 

RUTH. 

19:  1   ..158,  175,  183 

56:  12.. 857,  854,  833 

16:  15....134,753,487 

1:  16... 837,  857,  640 

23:  1  ..595,  564,  636 

60:4  ..551,  517,  753 

25:  17-22... 69,  74,  4-50 

1st  Samuel. 

Nehemiah. 

23:  2  ..578,  8,4,  602 

61  :  2  ..699,  522,  545 

28:  29....349,333,327 

4  :  G  ...779,  804,  733 

23:5  ..831,  834,  634 

63:  1 29,  21,  473 

LEVITICUS. 

1  :  13 6€0,  67,  77 

24:  10.-339,  312,  311 

65:  1  ...92,49,  3,  93 

3:  18...  182,  722,  727 

25:  15.. 550,  620,  346 

66:  16..  818,  187,  185 

16:  21... 382,  280,  408 

7:  12... 818,  705,  576 

Esther. 

27:  8  ...91.  27,2,  12 

66  :  18... 22,  664,  650 

19:2  ...652,  489,  650 

20;  3  ..176,  913,  1010 

4:  16... 420,  423,  428 

29 .  3  ...  .88,  98,  194    1 

71;  5  ..348,  187,  186 

INDEX    OF    SCRIPTURE    TEXTS. 


435 


Ch.Ver.           Hymn*. 

CH.VER.                HYMN'. 

CH.VER.             HYMV. 

CH.VER.             HYMN. 

72:  8  ..894,  911,  9*20 

61  :  10... 407,  469,  607 

5  :8  ...652,  650,  693 

11  :  35... 272,  264,  708 

73:24..741,  134,  634 

63  :  1  ...310,  280,  277 

5  :  9  ...823,  825,  264 

12:  21... 878,  596,  604 

73:  25.. 593,  222,  466 

63:  3  ...853,  263,  2^8 

5  :  10... 838,  548,  569 

12:  32... 287,  290,  288 

77:  20... 580,  772,  573 

5:  16... 664,  640,  670 

13:7  ...722,  723,  195 

80:  19.. 925,  918,  897 

JEREMIAII. 

6:9  ...143,  146,  691 

13:  34... 822,  824,  641 

84:  1  ..26,  11,  38,30 

2  •  O         8^1     1(Y>i      9AR 

6:  10... 894,  915,  916 

14:  2  .1034,  1023,  995 

84:  11... 39,  753,  655 

3 
8 
17 

23 

:  4  ...134,  411,  631 
20.. .428,  422,  974 
9  ...385,  390,  868 

.  «        asm   tat    sun 

6  :  10... 710,  730,  738 

14:6  ...265,  334,  502 

85  :  9  .  .696,  401,  407 

6:  11.  ..555,  561,  567 

14:  16... 359,  362,  355 

87:3  ..924,  753,  655 

6:  12... 264,  266,  800 

14:  26... 352,  371,  364 

89:1  .1069,  187,  657 

6:  13... 143,  530,  548 

14:  27... 694,  840,  683 

90:1  ..964,  176,  943 

7:  7  ...70,76,72,567 

15:  4  ...112,  127,  621 

91:1  ..522,  695,  536 

LAMEXTATIOXS. 

7:  14... 392,  389,  381 

15:  5  ...617,  587,  529 

92  :  1  .43,  54,  50,  103 

7  :  24.. 688,  1003,  840 

15:  13...5S5,  280,  277 

95:1  ...93,             31 

1  :  4  ...897,  907,  357 

9:  3-8... 750,  798,  784 

19:2  ...328,  282,  290 

98:  1  ..236,  270,  246 

3:  26... 522,  537,  553 

10:  32... 541,   597,  856 

19:  2-5... 285,  853,  2S1 

100  :  1  ...  .78,  79,  104 

10:  42... 806,  795,  801 

19:  30... 274,  2S6,  315 

102:  13.930,  236,  1014 

EZEKJEL. 

11  :  25... 101,  631,  642 

19:  34... 839,  871,  889 

103:  13... 41,  669,  725 

11:  19... 868,  458,  385 

11:  28... 426,  431,  411 

21  :  15... 814,  815,  817 

107:  15.100,1052,1053 

33  :  11... 427,  419,  425 

13:17.-749,  891,  413 

21: 17... 836,  867,  603 

112:  6  ..678,  942,  960 

36:  37... 67,  77,  64,71 

14:  27... 715,  620,  563 

116:  7  ..186,  594,  527 

16: 18... 757,  771,  688 

ACTS. 

117:  1 82,  86,  90 

Daxiel. 

16:  24... 803,  520,  392 

1  :  11.916,  1027,  1014 
2:  1  ...370,  368,  355 
2:  39... 808,  812,  816 

118:  24...  19,  6,  13,  16 
119:  9  ..170,  173,  165 

12:  2  ...938,  96$,  953 
12:  3  ...762,  804,  t02 

17:8  ...586,  620,  617 
13:  3  ...642,  631,  480 

119  :  71..  167.  168,  169 

18:  11... 239,  270,  403 

4  :  12... 382,  587,  430 

119:  105.166,  171,  164 

Hosea. 

13:  20 59,  74,  71 

7:  59... 977,  952,  968 

119:  151.191,  485,  567 

19:  14... 809,  812,  815 

14  :  22.999,  1016,  10O5 

125  :  2  .  .571,  547,  576 

11 

8  ...500,  836,  471 

21:  22 70,  61,  76 

16:  9  ...785,  795,  804 
16  :  31... 390,  270,  462 

126:  6  .793,  1011,  546 

43 

9  ...3^2,  386,  390 

24  :  44... 938,  963,  976 

127:1  ..791,  805,  522 

14 

1  ...419,  427,  411 

25:  13.1025,  1024,1021 

17  :  1 1 ...  1 58*  16-j)  170 

130:  1  513,  462 

25:  34.. 986,  1019,1018 

24  :  25... 428,  422,  424 

131:  1  ..642,  -572,  66-5 

JOEL. 

25:  40...7S0,  801,  806 

26  :  26... 392,  469,'  430 

132:8  ....777    33,  37 

2:  1   ...975,  976,  983 

25:  41.. 987,  9S3,  1058 

135:1  ....42,  i04,  97 

3  :  14... 384,  424,  392 

26:  41... 530,  547,  5-57 

TiOMAXS. 

136:1  ..435,  99,  1069 

26:  75... 458,  447,  430 

137:5  ..35,1,20,  753 

AMOS. 

27:  36... 283,  285,  279 

1  :  16... 549,  597,  846 

138:2  ..233,  163,  167 

28:  6  ...305,  319,  339 

1  :  17.1003,  1002,  661 

139:  1  ..188,  202,  200 

3  :  3  ...419,  429,  426 

2j  :  20... 523,  588,  663 

2:4     ..181,  212,  422 

139:  17..  207,  187,  185 

4  :  12... 976,  429,  963 

3:  19  -.388,  386,  390 

139:23..495,  366,  650 

Mark. 

5:1..  .840,  386,  390 

145: 18... 89,  197,  213 
Proverbs. 

JOXAH. 
2  :  9  ...401,  696,  522 
3:  10... 500,  836,  471 

6:  34... 259,  264,  794 
6:  50... 715,  620,  563 
8:  34... 803,  520,  892 

5:8..  .585,  280,  409 
6:  11... 387,  275,  278 
8:1  ...679,  688,  528 
8:  14... 693,  685,  676 

4: 18... 678,  937,  722 

MlCAH. 

8:  38... 549,  597,  846 

8:  15... 520,  693,  644 

8  :  17... 810,  812,  815 

9  :  24... 375,  390,  645 

8:  31... 683,  6S0,  679 

11  :  30... 784,  804,  762 

2  :  10.1015,  1036,  994 

10:  14... 812,  809,  815 

8:  33... 679,  528,  689 

18:  24... 585,  594,  568 

6:6..  .382,  3S6,  396 

13  :  37... 547,  530,  557 

9:  20...  182,  193,  209 

23:  26... 868,  460,  458 

10  :  4  . .  .382,  386,  390 

Nahum. 

LUKE. 

10:  15... 749,  891,  900 

ECCLESIASTES. 

1  :  3  ...973,  468,  202 

1:78.... 14,  111,  755 

10:  20... 453,  818,  178 

1  :  15... 891,  749,  900 

2:  13... 234,  235,  238 

U:  33...  180,  190,  193 

9:  10... 963,  442,  428 

9  :  23... 803,  520,  392 

12 :  1  . .  .498,  875,  520 

11 :  1  ...792,  782,  783 

JJABAKKUK. 

9:  26... 541,  597,  856 

12:2  ...4S9,  260,  479 

11:6  . .  .782,  779,  783 
11  :  9  . .  .388,  974,  973 
12:  1  ...810,  812,  815 

3 
3 

4  .1003,  1002,  661 
2  ...91S,  897,  357 
IT       SSR    mi     .=;•*> 

10:2  ...750,  798,  784 
10:  21... 101,  631,  642 
10:  39... 785,  702,  631 

12:5  ...822,  827,  829 
12:  15. -.780,  794,  807 
13:  11... 949,  946,  953 

10:  42... 393,  423,  484 

14  :  10. .  .976,  957,  973 

Canticles. 

Zephaxiah. 

11  :  13. -.379,  368,  357 

1  :  7,  8.. 615,  556,  565 
2:  16... 575,  595,  587 
4:  16... 897,  755,  368 

3  :  17... 754,  836,  553 
HAGGAI. 

12:  32... 758,  754,  756 
13:6  ...181,  197,  500 
15:7  ...403,  321,  427 
15:  13... 412,  419,  426 
18:  1  70,  62,  77 

1ST  CORIXTHIAXS. 
2:  9  .1022,  993,  1012 
3:  11.. 1003,  688,  840 

5  :  1  ...850,  861,  866 

2  :  7  ...756,  914,  7S7 

3:  20-23.680,676,594 

18:  13... 456,  446,  468 

5  :  7  ...831,  282,  287 

Isaiah. 

ZECHARIAH. 

18:  16... 809,  812,  815 

9:  26... 525,  539,  548 

1:18... 411,  407,  415 
2:2  .1028, 1049, 1051 
6:3  ...96,  221,  1064 
7:  14... 244,  245,  628 
9:6..  .237,  246,  243 
21:  11... 932,  895,  905 

1:5..  .958,  947,  900 
4:6  ...353,  380,  755 
4:  10 ...796,  662,  802 
12:  10... 283,  288,  974 
13:  1   ...398,  402,  445 
13:  7  ...395,  437,  335 

19:  10... 239,  270,  403 
19:  41... 416,  264,  794 
22:  44... 273,  276,  291 
23:  34... 258,  264,  266 
23:  42... 398,  455,  452 
21:  29...  127,  621,  112 

11  :  24... 845,  864,  866 
12:  27... 826,  827,  829 
13:  1  ...641,  822,  663 
13:  12... 206,  195,  193 
15:  10... 630,  670,  640 
15  :55...95C,  961,  967 

26:  3  ...694,  840,  697 
28:  16... 751,  771,  753 

14  :  7  . .  .707,  937,  942 

JOHN. 

2XD  CORIXTHIAXS. 

32:  17.. 697,  688,  1003 

MALACHI. 

1  :  1   ...174,  244,  213 

1:4  ...718,  716,  737 

33:  17.1024,1018,1037 

1  :  29... 281,  382,  457 

1:22... 359,  355,  372 

35:  10.. 542,  544,  1006 

3:2..  .988,  973,  271 

3:3  ...383,  385,  391 

4:  14... 526,  936,  991 

40:  11... 564,  556,  532 

3:  6  ...531,  522,  176 

3:  14... 287,  283,  290 

4: 17. -.735,  722,  622 

40:  31... 525,  790,  558 

4  :  2 14,  158,  913 

3:  16... 438,  257,  270 

4:  13... 954,  939,  956 

43:2  ...563,  554,  537 

4:  35... 784,  798,  750 

5  :  1  .1034,  1011,  991 

45:  22..  .470,  382,  452 

Matthew. 

4  :  :!7...802,  793,  782 

5:7  ...661,  658,  656 

49:  14... 759,  754,  897 

1  :  21... 613,  601,  246 

5:  39... 164,  172,  174 

5:8  ...991,  961,  946 

52:7  ...891,  749,  900 

2:9  ...241,  1067,  63 

6:  20... 715,  620,  563 

5:  10... 988,  980,  976 

53:4-7.-276,   280,  285 

4:1  ...292,  260,  590 

6:  35... 849,  145,  608 

5:  17... 391,  407,  449 

54:8  ...735,  745,  705 

5:3  ...491,  729,  642 

6:  68... 526,  568,  630 

6:2  ...418,  406,  424 

55:1  ...398,  402,  445 

5  :4  ...735,  718,  703 

9  :  4  ...804,  783,  779 

7:5  ...482,  494,  527 

57:  20... 426,  423,  430 

5  :  5  ...646,  649,  665 

9:  25 ...400,  630,  415 

9:  15... 270,  490.  414 

60:  1,2.-921,542,  906 

5:6  ...390,  411,  382 

10:  11... 556,  564,  595 

12:  10... 529,  520,  622 

60:  18.. 754,  905,  1023 

5 

7  ...264,  266,  800 

11;  25... 526,  977,  936 

13;  14... 138,  121,  115 

Galatians. 
Ch.Ver.  hymn. 

2:  20... 630,  276,  285 
3:  28... 822,  821,  827 
4:6  ...693,  685,  520 
4:  15... 499,  493,  496 
5:  1  ...524,  528,  557 
5:6  ...386,  430,  388 
6:9..  .546,  565,  782 
6  :  14. .  .300,  284,  275 

EPHESIAXS. 
2:8  ...386,  391,  400 
3:  15... 820,  822,  826 
4:  5  ...752,  771,  826 
4:  30... 358,  424,  428 
5:8  ...655,  640,  661 
5:  19.... 31,  575,  107 
0  :  13... 524,  548,  579 

PHILIPPIAXS. 
1:21... 570,  933,  537 
1:29... 520,  569,  537 
2:  5-8... 270,  342,  794 
2:  12... 673,  365,  691 
3:  14... 544,  558,  573 
3:  20.. 888,  939,  1002 
4  :  4  ...653,  594,  654 
4:7  ...683,  694,  840 
4:  11... 659,  742,  642 
4:  13... 529,  559,  576 

COLOSSIAXS. 
2:  9  ...342,  316,  244 
2:  10... 675,  559,  528 
3: 1-3... 939,  479,544 

1ST  THESSALOXIAXS 
4:  14... 944,  953,  966 
5:  16... 653,  594,  654 
5:  18.1046,1065,1069 
5:  23... 650,  411,  581 


2D  THESSALOXIAXS. 
2:8  ...916,  903,  909 
3  :  13. .  .546,  565,  782 


IOT 

Timothy. 

1 

15 

..270,  438,  453 

2 

5 

..283,  327,  405 

2 

:8  . 

....64,  74,  567 

6 

12. 

..540,  513,  582 

2XD  TIMOTHY. 

1 

:9  . 

..178,  193,  670 

1 

12. 

..528,  840,  688 

2 

3  . 

..540,  548,  569 

2 

19 

.  .563,  545,  567 

3 

16. 

..159,  174,  163 

Titus. 

2 

11.664 

3 

5  . 

..391,  396,  385 

HEBREWS. 

1 

3  . 

..369,  335,  342 

1 

14. 

..788,  235,  248 

2 

3   . 

..3S6,  402,  428 

2 

10. 

..524,  282,  560 

2 

18. 

...75,  260,  501 

3 

15. 

..418,  428,  424 

4 

9  . 

996,  1013,  1015 

4 

12. 

..167,  170,  174 

4 

15. 

...75,  2C0,  501 

5 

8  . 

..260,  264,  280 

6 

19. 

..688,  526,  936 

7 

22. 

..405,  691,  684 

7 

2-5. 

..337,  327,  313 

9 

5  . 

.69,  74,  77,  450 

10 

12. 

. .301,  302,  312 

11 

1 

.  .656,  658,  661 

11 

6  . 

.  .648.  691,  645 

11 

13.1032,  1000,  994 

11 

16. 

1036,  989,  1004 

12 

1  . 

.  .535,  539,  960 

29  0 


436 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS 


ch.ver.         Hymn. 

Ch.ver.          Hymn. 

2ND  PETER. 

CH.VER.               HYMN. 

12:  2  ...600,  620,  590 

4  :  14... 956,  954,  963 

Ch.ver.           hymn. 

3:  1  ...178,  693,  676 

12:6  ...703,  720,  732 

5:8  .664,  1029,  1014 

1  :  21... 159,  164,  173 

3  :  2  ...304,  693,  684 

12:  11... 709,  722,  735 

5:  20... 804,  800,  784 

3:  9  ...189,  208,  563 

4  :  8  ...199,  214,  212 

12:  18... 821,  820,  687 

3:  10... 976,  975,  983 

4  :  19... 178,  631,  453 

13:  5  ...563,  552,  523 

1st  Peter. 

3:  11... 988,  973,  980 

5:4  ...527,  556,  682 

13:  13... 520,  284,  541 

1  :8  ...604,  596,  626 
1  :  19... 282,  382,  281 
2:7  ...613,  591,  601 

3:  13.. 993,  997,  1014 

13  :  14.939,  1017,  1022 
JAMES. 

3  :  15...  181,  212,  648 
3:  13... 486,  790,  650 

REVELATION. 
1:5,6.-329,338,  330 

2:  21... 264,  590,  260 

1ST  JOHN. 

3:8  ...447,  841,  334 

1:2,3.-709,622,  745 

3:7 77,  68,  496 

3:  11...524,  535,  547 

1  :  5  ...462,  461,  732 

4:  14... 838,  284,  543 

1  :  3  ...687,  556,  568 

3:  20... 421,  464,  446 

1:17...  187,  185,  657 

4  :  18... 988,  976,  973 

1  :  7  ...874,  498,  398 

4:8  ...221,  96,  1064 

2:  17... 806,  805,  789 

5:4  ..524,  532,  1037 

2:  1  ...303,  333,  859 

5:  9  ...329,  338,  330 

4:6  ...729,  491,  646 

517  ...719,  549,  561 

2;  17... 545,  936,  940 

5:  12,,. 302,  336,  325 

Ch.ver.  Hymn. 

7:  13..  999, 1005,1006 
7:  17.1011,1015,1019 
11  :  15... 902,  894,  911 
14:3  . .  .414,  336,  625 
14: 13... 942,  947,  961 
19:6  .1006,1016,  1018 
19:  12... 320,  314,  328 
21  :  2  .1027, 1022, 1044 
21  :4  .1031,1034,1040 
21  .-23.1037,1033,1022 
22:4  ..304,  990,  1023 
22:  16... 246,  241,  238 
22:  17... 412,  425,  439 
22:  20... 756,  601,  916 


INDEX  OF   SUBJECTS. 


THE   FIGURES   REFER    TO    THE    HYMNS. 


Abba,  Father 693,  685,  520,  644 

Abide  with  me. 127,  119,  120,  112, 

1083,  621,  702 
Absence  from  God.  .222,  46H,  946,  493 

Accepted  Time 418,  406,  424,  427 

Access  to  God.. 398-415.  SeePraj/er. 

Activity 779-807,  963,  517-576 

Adoption... 676,  685,  691,  693,  703,  648 
Advent  of  Christ : 
At  Birth 234-256,  63 

c 


To  Judgment 974-988,  319,  337 

To  Kingdom... See  Millennium. 

Advocate See  Christ. 

Afflictions 704-748,  622,  431,  609 

Aged See  Old  Age. 

Almost  Christian.  ..392,  430,  420,  469 

Alms 797,  806,780,  792 

Angels 788,  522, 235,  248, 139,  141 

Ark  of  God 841,508 

Ascension See  Christ. 


Ashamed  of  Jesns.  .541,  597,  846, 

Asleep  in  Jesus 944,  947,  977, 

Assurance : 
Expressed. . .  .528,  840,  68%  594, 

Prayed  for 362,  359,  367, 

Urged 553,  525,  576,  533, 

Atonement: 

Necessary 381-397,871, 

Completed 395,  398-415, 

Autumn 1050, 1046, 184, 


951 


INDEX     OF     SUBJECTS 


437 


Backsliding.  ............  .458, 481-516 

Baptism 808-817 

Benevolence See  A  Ims. 

Bible 158-175 

Brotherly  lore.. 820-830,  674,  663,  641 

Burial See  Death  an<l  Heaven. 

A  Child 935,951,945,733 

A  Pastor 962,  934,  947,  972 

Calmness 649,  647,  665,  642 

Calvary 8:55,  276,  285,  889,  887 

Cares. .  .549,  537,  594,  (i54,  555,  561,  574 

Charity 800,  663,  794,  641 

Cheerfulness  . .  .306,  594,  575,  639, 

654,  1003 

Children 170,808-817 

Childlike  spirit 642,  631,  480,  665 

Christ : 

Advent  at  Birth 63,  234-256 

Advocate 303,  323,  333,  327, 

859,  405,  326,  689 

Ascension 301,307,313,319 

Captain  of  Salvation.. 524,  518, 

557,  560 

Character  of 257-272,  341,  330 

Corner-stone 751,  771,  753 

Crucifixion 274-299 

Desire  of  Nations 909,  787, 

756,  914,  1029,  102S 
Bivinitv..252,  342,  316,  218,  251,  244 

Example 257-272,  590,  672 

Friend 613,  594,585,628,859 

Hiding-place 686,683,  289,  871 

Humanity 75,  246,  243,  590, 

716,  257-272 
Immanuel. ..  .251,  628,  244,  606,  245 

King 328,  301, 311,  320,  330,  341 

Lamb 281,  289,  396,  382,  325,  338 

Life,  incidents  of 864,  257-272 

Lord,  our  Righteousness.  .688, 

607,382,407,411,390 

Love 270,  280,  290,  437,  344,  421 

Mediator 283,  38£,  327,  382,  405 

Priest 327,  349,  333,  303,  75,  337 

Prince  of  Glory 275,  313,  339 

Prince  of  Peace 338,  245,  253 

Prophet 257,  633,  262,  613 

Refuge  . .  .605, 406,  686,  215,  505, 522 

Resurrection  of 301-349 

Rock    of  Ages. . .  .871,  874,  753,  176 
Saviour  ..253,  236,  270,  303,  317,  390 

Shepherd 4,  8,  556,  564,  595, 

602,  634,  809 

Sufferings  of 273-299 

Sun  of  Righteousness .14,  111, 

158,  627,  913 

Way,  Truth,  and  Life 265, 

334,  502 

Wisdom 174,  413,  696,  390,  386 

Word 218,  244,  252 

Christians: 

Afflictions 704-748 

Conflicts 481-516 

Disciplines 704-748 

Duties 779-807 

Encouragements 516-584 

Fellowship 7^0,  820-827 

Graces 640-674 

Love  for  Christ 585-639 

Privileges 675-703 

Church : 

Afflicted 750,  857,  916,  925 

Beloved  of  God 759,  35,  924 

Institutions  of 749-778 

Missions  of 890  932 

Ordinances  of 808-889 

Revival  of 897,  917,  918,  925 

Triumph  of 757,  773,  921 

Unity  of 893, 771,  820,  826 

Uniting  with. See  Lord's  Supper. 

Work  of 779-807 

Close  of  Worship 112-157 

Comforter See  Holy  Spirit. 

Communion  with  God. See  Prayer. 
Communion  of  Saints.. See  Union. 

Completeness  in  Christ 675, 

559,  528 

Confession See  Repentance. 

Confidence 405,  525,  840,  556, 

C83,  576 

c 


Conflict  with  Sin 481-516 

Conformity  to  Christ... 257-271, 

489,  570,  672,  664 

Conscience 387,  423,  382, 162,  279 

Consecration : 
Of  Possessions. . . .780,  875,  792,  483 
Of  Self.... 275,  8S8,  808,  875,  186, 

498,  449-480 

Consistency C64,  497,  482,  512, 

559,  655,  541 

Consolations See  Afflictions. 

Constancy.. 519,  536,  541,  556,  5G5,  5C8 
Contentment  ...594,  659,  578,  742,  642 

Conversion See  Regeneration. 

Conviction See  Law. 

Corner-stone 751,  771,  753 

Courage 789,  517-584 

Covenant... 527,  691,  C84,  563,  681,  688 

Creation 78,  93,  99,  183,  198 

Cross : 
Bearing  ..543,  540,  520,  263,  803, 

266,  520,  284 
Glorying  in... COO,  284,  533,  275, 

415,  520,  281 
Salvation  by.. 415,  382,  275,  283, 

270,  277,  286,  386 
Crucifixion  cf  Christ 274-290 

Death 933-973 

Decrees 178,  182,  189,  193,  195,  208 

Dedication : 

Of  a  Church See  Sanctuary. 

Of  one's  self. .  .See  Consecration. 

Delay 428,418,422,  424 

Dependence : 

On  Providence 177, 185, 187, 

192,  209,  563,  213,  217 

On  Grace 382,  219,  408,  630, 

461,  484,  365,  396 

Depravity 381-396,  462 

Despondency  See  Encouragements. 

Devotion See  Prayer. 

Diligence See  Activity. 

Doubt See  Encouragements. 

Doxologies 80-82. 

Earnestness See  Activity. 

Earnest  of  the  Spirit. .  .350,  372, 

355,  359 

Election See  Decrees. 

Encouragements 517-584 

Energy See  Activity. 

Eternity 940,  743,  958,  985,  946 

Evening 113,  123,  139,  141, 1072 

Example : 

Of  Christ 257-272,  672,  627,  590 

Of  Christians 640,  664,  264,  646 

Faint-heartedness.  .524,  530,  554,  565 

Faith... See  Confidence  and  Trust. 

Gift  of  God.. 365,  645.  654,  650, 

630,  643,  839,  373,  356 
Instrument  in  Justification : 

C39,  430,  382,  651,  691,  688,  388,  871 
Power  of  ..656,  661, 658,  682,  600, 

534,  688,  629,  527,  563 
Prayer  for.. 645,  660,  605,  567, 

562,  356, 1008,  8"8 

Faithfulness  of  God See  God. 

Fall  of  Man See  Lost  State. 

Family. .  .M)5,  812,  815,  141,  65,  71, 

114,  120,  123,  139 

Father,  God  our See  God. 

Fearf  illness 524,  530,  554,  565 

Fellowship 816,  820-827,  640,  674 

Fidelity.. 79 J,  541,  664,  482,  559, 

512,  497,  655 
Forbearance : 
Divine.... 1S1,  186, 197,  212,  500, 

422,  428,  464,  214 

Christian 258,  264,  800,  647,  7*J6 

Forgiveness : 

Of  Sin See  Atonement  and 

Repentance. 

Of  1  njuries 264,  266,  647,  800 

Formality.... 357,  22,  33,  269,  641,  663 
Friend,  Christ  our.  .613,  594,  585, 

628,  859 
Friends  in  Heaven  . . .  See  Heaven. 
Funeral. , ,  .See  Durial  and  Death. 


Future  Punishment. . .  .976, 987, 

984,981,743,974,983,985 
Gentleness. 262,  264,  G43,  646,  664,  672 

Gethsemaue 273,  276,  291 

Glor}r  of  God See  God. 

Glorying  in  the  Cross  ..  .See  Cross. 
God: 

Attributes 176-233 

Being 183,  198,  201,  207, 173 

Benevolence 217,  184, 162, 196 

Compassion  . .  .212,  213,  41,  669,  566 

Condescension 280,  270,  269,  75 

Creator 78,  93,  99,  183, 198, 175 

Eteniitv 943,  964,  176,  204,  218 

Faithfulness  ..90,  189,  208,  215, 

187,531,563,519,523,525 
Father. . .  .703,  685,  691,  693,  109, 

2<'3,  326,  207 
Forbearance.  .181, 186, 197,  212, 

500,  422,  428,  464,  214,  648 

Glory 14,  98,  39,  84, 191, 196, 

211   229. 

Goodness 84,  100,  217,  228 

Grace... 41,  83,  92,  186,  196,  212, 

214,  233,  690 

Holiness 96,  203,  210,  211,  221 

Infinity.  .87, 89,  98,  180, 190,  193, 

204,  206 

Jehovah 78,  95,  109,  180,  207 

.1  ustice 84,  92,  109,  182,  386,  395 

Love 178,  197,  199,  212,  225,  232 

Majesty 78,  85,  96,  101,  195,  231 

Mercy 214,  224,  232,  270,  1069 

Mystery 182,  190,  193,  206,  209 

Omnipotence... 88,  98,  194,  207, 

208,  205,  215 

Cmnipresenco 177,64, 191, 

200,  205,  227,  609 
Omniscience..  177,  188,  200,  202, 

397,  405 

Patience 181,  197,  212,  214, 

500,  422,  464 

Pity ...71,  75,  224,  669,  566, 

725.  409,  434 
Providence  ....CA,  190,  192,  195, 

206,  209,  555,  643 
Sovereignty  ..178,  182, 189,  193, 

195,  209 

Supremacy 82,  85,  78,  93,  96, 

101,  203,  231,  1064 

Trinity 96, 179,  220,  223, 

226,  230 

Truth CO,  150, 161,  189,  208, 

523,  563,  574,  576 
Unchangeableness  .86,  90,  522, 

531,  545,  556,  176,  204,  719 
Unsearchableness.89, 180, 182, 

190,  193,  195,  206,  209 

Wisdom 87, 193,  205,  225, 

180,  204,  556,  710 

Gospel See  Atonement. 

Grace 400,  432,  680,  G90,  619, 

533,  388 

Graces,  Christian 729,  354, 

640-674 

Gratitude 41,  657,  185-187,  669, 

671,  648,  622,  709,  212,  217 

Grave 952,  966,  969,  971 

Grieving  the  Spirit See  Holy 

Spirit. 
Growth  in  Grace  . .  .486,  790,  575, 

690,  581,  650,  646,  654,  830,  553,  200 
Guidance,  Divine..  134,  573,  734, 

737,  135,  562,  487,  698,  556 

Happiness 575,  594,  639,  654, 1003 

Harvest 1046,  1050, 184,  224 

Heariugthe  Word.. 160,  145,  174, 

136,  117,  124,  126,  142,  151 
Heart : 
Change  of.... 385,  388,  357,  350, 

.  353,  489,  495,  502 
Deceitf  illness  of  .'.387,  391,  4J0, 

447,  458,  483,  489,  502 
Searching  of.  .495,  366,  357,  430, 

499,  502,  507,  650 
Surrender  of.  .390,  480,  818,  868, 

405,  411,  450,  458,  469,  474 
Heaven : 

Christ  there 1020, 1039, 989, 

1002,  1017, 1037, 1041 


438 


INDEX     OF    SUBJECTS 


Friends  there.. 820,  1033,  1006, 

1010,  1043,  953,  970 

Home  there 995, 1034,  1043, 

992,  994,  1015,  1031,  940 
Best  there.. 996,  993, 1023,  1015, 

944,  969,  939 

Hell See  Future  Punishment. 

Heirship  with  Christ.... 676,  C80, 

687,  532,  640,  693 

Hiding-place See  Christ. 

Holiness : 

Of  Christians 652,  489,  650,  693 

Of  God See  God. 

noly  Scriptures See  Bible. 

Holy  Spirit 350-3S0 

Divine 366,  369,  374,  377,  425 

Grieved 358,  424,  425,  428 

Striving 355,  362,  365,  418,  425 

Witnessing 350,  372,  355,  359 

norue See  Family  or  Heaven. 

Home  Missions 892,  699,  913, 

923,  893 
Hope: 

Under  Afflictions 529,  544, 

565,  723,  584,  707,  711,  719,  745,  737 

Tinder  Conviction 382,  39:  >, 

401,  405,  411,  453,  533,  527,  693 
Under  Despondency.  .519, 523, 

521,  516,  537,  554,  558,  570 

In  Death 526,  301,  304,  324, 

933,  936,  952,  955,  961 
Humility  ..729,  491,  G42,  646,  665,  672 

Immanuel See  Christ. 

Immortality  ...526,  946,  304,  977,  936 
Importunity  ..62,  70,  76,  446,  451,  461 

Imputation 382,  386,  390,  396, 

587,  407,  410,  688,  691,  1003 

Incarnation 239,  244,  252,  270,  419 

Ingratitude 495,  464,  421,  423,  425 

Inspiration 159,  165,  173,  174,  352 

Installation See  Ministry. 

Intercession  ...327,  349*,  333.  303, 

75,  337 
Invitations 416-415 

Jehovah See  God. 

Jews ...891,  900,  922,  927,  930 

Jerusalem,  The  new.. 1027, 1035, 

1004,  1007,  1009,  1017,  1022,  1020,  1044 

Joining  the  Church 834,  837, 

854,  857,  868,  875,  888 

Joy 306,  653,  594.  610,  654,  682,  639 

Judgment  Day 973-988 

Justice See  God. 

Justification. .  .See  Atonement  and 

Faith. 

Kindness See  Brotherly  Love. 

Kingdom  of  Christ See  Millen- 
nium. 
Prayed  for.  .915,  777,  903,  907, 

1029,  756,  312 
Trogress  of.. 757,  749,  754,  895, 

902,  911,  329 

Labor See  Activity. 

Lamb  of  G  oil See  Christ. 

Daw  of  God : 
And  Gospel... 1C7,  382,  383.  390,  396 

Conviction  under 383,  387, 

410,  415,  446,  457,  468,  453 

Liberality 780,  784,  792,  801,  807 

Life : 
Drevity  of. . .  .940,  938,  943,  948, 

954,  956,  958,  963 
Object  of.  .939,  956,  381,  397,  423, 

438,  957,  9S8 
Solemnity  of..  307,  949,  958,  963, 

973,  987,  3S4 
Uncertainty  of... 938,  949,  418, 

428,  956,  442,  7C3 
Likeness  to  Christ... See  Conform- 
ity. 
Little  Things. .  .796,  662,  89G,  785,  802 
Longing : 
For  God.  .648, 21, 29,  38,  461,  485, 

222,  493,  466,  460,  497 

For  Christ 449,  568,  462,  484, 

467,  505,  504,  572,  COO 


For  Heaven.  .1081, 939, 949,  955, 

968,  989,  993,  1004 
Long-suffering. .  .See  Forbearance. 

Lord's  Day See  Sabbath. 

Lord's  Prayer 143,  146 

Lord's  Supper 818-889 

Lord,  our  Bighteousness See 

Christ. 

Lost  State  of  Man 381-397 

Love : 

Cf  God See  God. 

Of  Christ See  Christ. 

Of  Holy  Spirit 358,  362,  368 

For  God 178, 187,  222,  663,  591 

For  the  Saviour 585-639 

For  Saints 822-826,  640,  674 

For  Souls 397,  416,  414,  804,  785 

For  the  Church 1,  35,  753,  821 

Loving-kindness 404,  553 

Lukewarmness  — See  Formality. 

Majesty  of  God See  God. 

Man See  Lost  State. 

Marriage 674 

Martyrs. .  .960,  569,  534,  548,  799, 1016 

Mediator See  Christ. 

Mediatorial  Beign.  .See  Kingdom. 

Meditation 58,  52,  27,  65,  55,  509 

Meekness. .  .642,  Gi6. 649,  665,  480,  264 

Mercifulness see  Forgiveness. 

Mercy See  God. 

Mercy-Seat 69,74,77,51,450 

Millennium. 787,  893, 756,  778,  902, 

915,  916, 1024-1029, 1019,  932 

Ministry See  Pastor. 

Commission 749,  761,  762,  775 

Convocation 766,  762,  908,  786 

Installation 763,  891,  761,  770 

Prayer  for 750,  765,  767,  768 

Miracles 259,271,807 

Missions 890-932,  779-807, 1086 

Missionaries 891,  908,  776,  838 

Morning 1070, 14,  25,  36,  40,  48 

Mortality See  Life  and  Death. 

Mysteries  of  Providence... 182, 

190, 193,  195,  722,  727,  206,  209 
National. . .  .1030,  1049, 1051, 1060,  772 
Nature,  the  Material  Universe : 

Beauties  of 34,  49,  98,  99,  222 

God  seen  in. . .  .153, 102,  205,  93, 

177,  183, 198,  201,  227 

To  God  .' 572,  485,  G09, 191,  493 

To  Heaven 949,  989,  1032,  1010 

Needful,  One  Thing. ..  .393,  423, 

461,  481 

New  Song,  The 32,  23,  414,  336 

New  Year 1043,  1054, 1057,  1962 

Night See  Evening. 

Old  Age 503,933,943,1010,747 

Old,  old  Story 413,  414,  270 

Omnipotence See  God. 

Omnipresence See  God. 

Omniscience See  God. 

Opening  of  Service 1-111 

Ordinances 808-889 

Ordination See  Ministry. 

Orphans 694,  730,  794,  1006 

Pardons See  Forgiveness. 

Parting LJ4,  666,  155, 126 

Pastor See  Ministry. 

Prayed  for 768,765,379 

Sought 737,798,750 

Welcomed 733,749,891 

Death  of See  Burial. 

Patience 253,  261,  264,  266,  739 

PG3.C6  * 

Christian Ill,  683,  C94,  697,  840 

National 1049,  1051,  1028,  903 

Peacemakers  .  .823,  825,  258,  264,  266 

Penitence See  Repentance. 

Pentecost 368,  370 See  Holy 

Spirit. 
Perseverance  ..679,  882,  688,  691, 

521,  524,  528,  533,  570,  607,  651 

Pil  grims 1066 

PiKrina-spirit  ..31,  573, 1000,  994, 

£32,  542,  544,  551,  570 


Pity  of  God See  God. 

Pleasures 479,  392,  389,  381, 

422,955 

Poor 780,  785,  794-797,  807 

Praise 78-111,  176-233 

Prayer 61-77,660,567 

Preaching See  3Iinistry. 

Predestination See  Election. 

Pride See  Humility. 

Procrastination See  Delay. 

Prodigal  Son 460,  419,  447,  470 

Profession See  Lord's  Supper. 

Progress See  Growth  in  Grace. 

Promises...  189,  563,  519, 150,  208,  523 

Providence See  God. 

Purity 581.  .See  Holiness. 

Punishment. .  .See  Future  PunisJi. 
ment. 

Pace,  Christian 525,  539,  558,  544 

Beceiving  Christ.  .See  Repentance. 

Kedemption See  Atonement. 

Befuge See  Christ. 

Begeneration : 

Necessary 383,  385,  391,  394 

Prayed  for 8u8,  450,  458,  489 

Wrought  by  God 383,  385,  391 

Benunciatior. : 

Of  the  World See  Pleasures. 

Of  Self See  Consecration. 

Bepentance 446-516 

Besignation 703-748 

Best.. See  Meditation  and  Heaven. 
Besurrection : 

Of  Christ See  Christ. 

Of  Believers.. 526,  936,  947,  952, 

955,  966,  977,  991,  100S 

Betirement See  Meditation. 

Beturn  to  God 460,  447,  454,  457 

Bevival  ....750,  754,  918,  897,  917, 

357,  361,  379,  375 

Biches 939,  954,  780,  785,  807,  381 

Bighteousness,  Bobe  of 407, 

405,  469,  607.  689,  382 
Bock  Of  Ages 871,  874,  753,  176 

Sabbath 1-60 

Sabbath-School See  Children. 

Sacraments 808-889 

Sailors 1053,  1052,  1063,  207 

Salvation See  A  tonement. 

Sanctihcation See  Growth  in 

Grace,  and  Assurance. 
Sanctuary : 

Corner-Stone 751, 753,  757,  771 

Dedication 752,  764,  760,  769 

Love  for 1,  35..  753,  821 

Satan 530,  518,  524,  547,  77 

Saviour See  Christ. 

Scienco SeoJVature  and  Bible. 

Scriptures See  Bible. 

Seamen See  Sailors. 

Self-deception See  Heart. 

Self-dedication.. See  Consecration. 
Self-denial..802,b03,799,  339,  392,  062 
Self-examination. .  .495,  366,  357, 

430,  499,  502,  507,  650 
Self -renunciation...  See  Consecra- 
tion. 
Sell-righteousness.  .396, 382, 388, 683 

Sensibility See  Weeping. 

Shepherd See  Christ. 

Sickness 711,  713,  727,  736,  622 

Sin: 

Indwelling See  Conflict. 

Original See  Lost  State. 

Conviction  of See  Law  and 

Hope. 

Sincerity 664,  665,  650,  641,  672 

Soldier,  Christian.. 513,  524,  540,  547 

Soul  of  Man See  Immortality. 

Souls,  Love  for See  Love. 

Sovereignty See  God. 

Spirit See  Holy  Spirit. 

Spring 1068,  100, 134,  198,  222 

Star  of  Bethlehem.  241, 1067,  63,  250 
Steadfastness... 529,  £45,556,  563,  571 

Storm 194,88,231,98 

Strength,  as  Days.  .584,  706,  455,  529 
Submission 704-748 


INDEX    OP    FIRST    LINES    OF    HYMNS 


439 


Summer 222,  184,  1068,  100,  198 

Sun  of  Righteousness.. See  Christ. 
Sympathy See  Brotherly  Love. 

TeDeum 203,  85,  101 

Temperance 7S1,  800,  664,  443 

Temptation See  Conflict. 

Thanksgiving  ..1046, 1050,  1065,  1069 

Time See  Life. 

To-day 418,  428,  384,  949,  424 

To-morrow 418,  42s,  424,  442 

Trials 720,  709,  728,  735,  742,  S63 

Trinity See  God. 

Trust : 
In  Christ. . .  .726,  643,  688, 1003,  840 
In  Providence... 209,  1083,  705, 

719,  555,  531,  522,  561,  574 


Unbelief See  Faith  or  Conflict. 

Union  of  Saints : 
To  Christ.... 680,  687,  689,  1002,  827 

To  each  other 820-827,666,674 

In  Heaven  and  on  Earth.. 820, 

821,  758,  771,  752,  1010 

Vows,  Christian . . .  .857,  850,  8-54,  833 

Waiting See  Patience- 

Wandering See  Backsliding. 

War 1028.  .See  Peace. 

Warfare,  Christian... See  Soldier. 

Warnings See  Invitations. 

Watchfulness 530,  547.  557,  579 

Way  of  Salvation..  See  Atonement. 


Wealth See  Riches. 

Weeping 793,  416,  430,  546, 

447,  1011 

Winds,  God  in  the 194,  88, 1068 

Winter 184,  1068 

Wisdom See  God. 

Witness See  Holy  Si)irit. 

Word  of  God See  Bible. 

Worldliness See  Pleasures. 

Wrath  . . .See  Future  Punishment. 

Year,  Opening  and  Closing 

1061,  1002,  1047,  1058,  1048,  1057, 

1054-1056 

Zeal See  Activity. 

Zion See  Church. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES  OF  HYMNS. 


HYM.W 

A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King 474 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have 397 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll 948 

A  mighty  fortress  is  our  God 215 

A  mother  may  forgetful  be 759 

A  parting  hymn  we  sing 828 

A  pilgrim  through  this  lonely  world   ...  263 

Abba,  Father,  hear  thy  child 644 

Abide  with  me !     Fast  falls  the   127 

According  to  thy  gracious  word 862 

Acquaint  thyself  quickly,  O  sinner  .  .  .  429 

Again  our  earthly  cares  we  leave   108 

Again  the  day  returns  of  holy  rest. . .  .1070 

Alas !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 277 

Alas  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise 494 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 329' 

All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell   79 

All  praise  to  thee,  eternal  Lord 243 

Along  my  earthly  way 722 

Along  the  mountain  track  of  life 572 

Always  with  us,  always  with  us 588 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross   540 

Amazing  grace !  how  sweet  the  sound .  .  400 

And  can  it  be  that  I  should  gain 689 

And  canst  thou,  sinner  !  slight 417 

And  dost  thou  say,  "  Ask  what  thou   .  76 

And  is  the  time  approaching 893 

And  is  there,  Lord,  a  rest 996 

And  will  the  Judge  descend 980 

C 


Hymn. 

Angels  rejoiced  and  sweetly  sung 239 

Angels !  roll  the  rock  away 297 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done   47 

Approach,  my  soul!  the  mercy-seat.  . .  515 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise 405 

Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise 777 

Arise,  ye  saints,  arise 551 

Arm  of  the  Lord !  awake,  awake 904 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven  .  .1094 

Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid  569 

As  oft  with  worn  and  weary  feet  590 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams  .  473 
As  shadows,  cast  by  cloud  and  sun  ...  1067 

As  when  in  silence  vernal  showers. . . .  376 

As  with  gladness  men  of  old 63 

Ascend  thy  throne,  almighty  King  ....  910 

Asleep  in  Jesus !  blessed  sleep   944 

Assembled  at  thy  great  command. .    ..  908 

At  evening  time  let  there  be  light 707 

At  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we  sing 831 

At  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord. .  . .  846 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song 32 

Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song 252 

Awake,  my  heart,  arise,  my  tongue.  . .  407 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 48 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve.  .  539 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays 404 

Awake,  our  souls!  away,  our  fears. . .  .  525 
Awake,  ye  saints!  and  "raise  your  eyes.  1056 


440 


INDEX     OF    FIRST    LINES    OF    HYMNS 


hymn.  Hymn. 

Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 383  |  By  Christ  redeemed,  in  Christ 819 

Away  from  earth  my  spirit  turns 608  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 810 


Awhile  in  spirit,  Lord,  to  thee 


292 


Be  merciful  to  me,  O  God 475 

Be  still,  my  heart!  these  anxious 705 

Be  tranquil,  O  my  soul 739 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 78 

Before  the  heavens  were  spread 244 

Begin,  my  tongue,  some  heavenly 208 

Begone,  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near. .  576 

Behold  a  Stranger  at  the  door 421 

Behold  the  day  is  come 979 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 990 

Behold,  the  mountain  of  the  Lord 1028 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace   72 

Behold  the  western  evening  light 937 

Behold!  what  wondrous  grace 693 

Behold,  where,  in  a  mortal  form 262 

Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 938 

Beyond,  beyond  the  boundless  sea  ....  227 

Beyond  the  smiling  and  the  weeping.  .  992 

Beyond  the  starry  skies 321 

Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God 41 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God 640 

Blessed  assurance,  Jesus  is  mine 1108 

Blessed  Comforter,  come  down 372 

Blessed  Fountain,  full  of  grace 630 

Blessed  Salem,  long  expected 1044 

Blessed  Saviour!  thee  I  love 617 

Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart 652 

Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and 151 

Blest  be  the  dear  uniting  love   666 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 824 

Blest  Comforter  divine 362 

Blest  feast  of  love  divine 842 

Blest  hour !  when  mortal  man 55 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  softening. .  .    .  797 

Blest  Jesus  !  when  my  soaring 632 

Blest  Trinity !  from  mortal  sight 226 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 406 

Bread  of  heaven!  on  thee  we  feed  ....  832 

Break  thou  the  bread  of  life 145 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here 530 

Bride  of  the  Lamb,  awake,  awake 1024 

Brief  life  is  here  our  portion  1023 

Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God  . .  .  342 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  250 

Brightly  gleams  our  banner 517 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death . .  392 
0 


By  faith  in  Christ  I  walk  with  God . 


658 


Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation  522 

Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm . .    647 

Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night 240 

Can  sinners  hope  for  heaven ....    394 

Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters 792 

Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord 719 

Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to 731 

Chief  of  sinners  though  I  be 453 

Children  of  God,  who,  faint  and  slow. .    583 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King 532 

Chosen  not  for  good  in  me 670 

i  Christ,  above  all  glory  seated 301 

Christ  for  the  world  we  sing 1086 

Christ  is  coming!  let  creation 1014 

Christ  is  our  corner-stone 751 

Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground  ....    629 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  again 308 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day,  Our.  .  343 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day,  Sons . .    305 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies 14 

Christian,  the  morn  breaks  sweetly. ...    577 

I  Church  of  the  ever-living  God 758 

Come,  blessed  Spirit!  Source  of  light  .    352 

Come,  every  pious  heart 344 

Come,  gracious  Lord,  descend  and. ...  45 
Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove . .    354 

Come,  happy  souls,  approach  your 437 

|  Come,  Holy  Ghost !  in  love 368 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire  ....  650 
Come,  Holy  Ghost!  our  hearts  inspire  .  378 
Come,  Holy  Spirit !  calm  my  mind  ....    356 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  Let 361 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  With 363 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  ....  357 
Come,  Jesus,  Redeemer,  abide  thou. . .  621 
Come  join,  ye  saints,  with  heart  and. .    559 

Come,  kingdom  of  our  God  ....    915 

Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue.  1057 

Come,  let  us  join  ourcheerfuT  songs 325 

Come,  let  us  join  our  songs  of  praise. .    327 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 326 

Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs 336 

Come,  Lord,  and  tarry  not 916 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 61 

Come,  O  Creator  Spirit  blest 351 

Come,  O  my  soul !  in  sacred  lays 229 


INDEX     OF     FIRST     LINES     OF     HYMNS. 


441 


HYMN.  HYMN. 

Come  on,  my  partners  iq  distress   558  Earth  has  nothing  sweet  or  fair 627 

Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above 353  :  Earth  is  passed  away  and  gone 978 

Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice 426  '  Earth's  transitory  things  decay 678 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 93  Eternal  Source  of  every  joy 184 

Come,  Spirit,  Source  of  light 364  '  Eternal  Spirit,  God  of  truth 360 

Come,  thou  almighty  King 223  j  Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess 350 

Come,  thou  Desire  of  all  thy  saints. ...      37  Eternal  Sun  of  righteousness Ill 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing  . .    818  Eternity !  Eternity ! 985 

Come,  thou  long-expected  Jesus 756  Everlasting  arms  of  love 531 

Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain 445 

Come  to  Jesus,  Come  to  Jesus 1077 

Come  to  the  house  of  prayer 60 

Come  to  the  land  of  peace 439 

Come,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast   420 


Come,  we  who  love  the  Lord 31 


Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye. . . .    431 
Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched. .    432 

Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come 1046  Father !  how  wide  thy  glory  shines 

Come,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord.    199  Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee 


Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is. .    133 
Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss   656 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known 770 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world 58 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee 52 

Father,  hear  the  blood  of  Jesus 303 

Father,  hear  the  prayer  we  offer 789 

196 
1088 


Complete  in  thee !  no  work  of  mine   ...    675  Father  of  heaven,  whose  love  profound .    179 

Creator  Spirit,  by  whose  aid 377  Father  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear 765 

Cross,  reproach,  and  tribulation 284  j  Father  of  mercies !  in  thy  word 172 


Crown  him  with  many  crowns 320 

Crown  his  head  with  endless  blessing. .    317 

Daily,  daily  sing  the  praises   1017 

Daughter  of  Zion !  awake  from  tLj .  . .      773 


Father  of  mercies !  send  thy  grace  ....  794 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 875 

Father!  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 649 

Fear  not,  O  little  flock,  the  foe 560 

Fight  the  good  fight !  lay  hold 582 


Daughter  of  Zion !  from  the  dust 931  Firm  ae  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands. . .      681 

Day  is  dying  in  the  west 1072  i  For  a  season  called  to  part 155 


Day  of  anger !  that  dread  day 983 

Day  of  judgment!  day  of  wonders 975 

Days  and  moments  quickly  flying 1058 

Dear  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat 51 

Dear  Lord,  amid  the  throng  that  pressed  853 

Dear  Lord  and  Master  mine 592 

Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul 605 

Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs 814 

Dear  Saviour !  we  are  thine 827 

Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts 882 

Deem  not  that  they  are  blest  alone. . .  .  735 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner 428 

Depth  of  mercy !  can  there  be 500 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 416 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord 117 

Do  not  I  love,  thee,  O  my  Lord 603 

Draw  near,  O  holy  Dove,  draw  near.  .  .  850 

Drooping  souls,  no  longer  mourn 440 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay 21 

Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long  .1041 

c 


For  all  thy  saints,  O  God  960 

For  ever  here  my  rest 843 

"For  ever  with  the  Lord!" 946 

?  For  me  to  live  is  Christ 570 

For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  Country .1004 

For  the  mercies  of  the  day 130 

For  what  shall  I  praise  thee,  my  God.  .    622 
Forget  thyself!  Christ  bade  thee  come   881 

Forgive  us,  Lord !  to  thee  we  cry 472 

Fountain  of  grace,  rich,  full,  and  free.  .    526 
From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies. . .      82 

From  deep  distress  and  troubled 513 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows.  . .      69 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 890 

From  the  cross  the  blood  is  falling    ...    286 

From  the  cross  uplifted  high 412 

From  the  recesses  of  a  lowly  spirit 132 

From  the  table  now  retiring 870 

From  thee,  begetting  sure  conviction.  .    523 

Full  of  trembling  expectation 476 

Gently,  Lord,  oh,  gently  lead  us 698 


44^  INDEX    OP     FIRST 

Hy.mx. 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise 435 

Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame 88 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  ioars 554 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken  ...    753 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high,  and  on   1076 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high, —  God 102 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  to  .1066,  1071 

Glory,  glory  to  our  King 311 

Glory  to  God  on  high 298 

Glory  to  God !  whose  witness-train.  .  . .    534 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 113 

Go,  labor  on,  while  it  is  day 804 

Go  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious 972 

God  Almighty  and  All-seeing 154 

God  be  with  you,  till  we  meet  again  . .  1097 

God  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  hear 422 

God  eternal,  Lord  of  all 101 

God,  in  his  earthly  temple,  lays  924 

God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son 160 

God  is  love  ;  his  mercy  brightens 225 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints   919 

God  loved  the  world  of  sinners  lost  . .  .  1085 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 209 

God,  my  King,  thy  might  confessing.  . .    213 

God,  my  supporter,  and  my  hope 741 

God  of  my  life,  to  thee  belong 181 

God  of  our  salvation !  hear  us 137 

God's  glory  is  a  wondrous  thing  538 

God  with  us  !  oh,  glorious  name 251 

Grace  !  't  is  a  charming  sound 690 

Gracious  Spirit,  Love  divine 367 

Grander  than  ocean's  story 1065 

Great  God !  attend  while  Zion  sings.  . .      39 

Great  God !  how  infinite  art  thou 204 

Great  God,  now  condescend 811 

Great  God !  this  sacred  day  of  thine  .  .  7 
Great  God  !  to  thee  my  evening  song. .  114 
Great  God!  we  sing  that  mighty  hand  .1061 
Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear  ...  976 
Great  God,  when  I  approach  thy  throne  408 

Great  God!  whose  universal  sway 920 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 772 

Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel   925 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah  134 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews .  .  663 
Hail,  happy  day !  thou  day  of  holy  rest      1 8 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  him  rise 307 

Hail  the  night,  all  hail  the  morn  249 

Hail !  thou  God  of  grace  and  glory  ....    786 

c 


LINES    OF    HYMNS. 

Hymu. 

Hail,  thou  once  despised  Jesus 282 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad. . .    896 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed 894 

Hail,  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day 66 

Hallelujah !  song  of  gladness 926 

Hark  !  hark,  my  soul ;  angelic  songs  . .    235 

Hark  !  hark !  the  notes  of  joy 256 

Hark !  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord 836 

Hark!  ten  thousand  harps  and  312 

Hark,  the  glad  sound  !  the  Saviour  . . .    253 

Hark !  the  herald  angels  sing 245 

Hark !  the  song  of  jubilee 902 

Hark!  the  sound  of  angel-voices 898 

Hark !  the  sound  of  holy  voices 1016 

Hark!  the  voice  of  Jesus  calling  784 

Hark!  the  voice  of  Jesus  call'g,"  Follow  1089 
Hark!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy  ...  315 
Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices  .  .    234 

Haste,  traveler,  haste  !  the  night 442 

Hasten,  Lord!  the  glorious  time 903 

Have  you  been  to  Jesus  for  the 1109 

He  comes  in  blood-stained  garments.  .1001 

He  dies !  — the  Friend  of  sinners  295 

'  He  has  come !  the  Christ  of  God 246 

He  knelt,  the  Saviour  knelt  and 291 

He  leadeth  me !  oh,  blessed  thought.  .  737 
He  lives!  the  great  Redeemer  lives. . .    333 

He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping 793 

He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God.  ...    695 

Hear  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath 754 

Heirs  of  unending  life   673 

Here  I  can  firmly  rest 691 

Here  let  us  see  thy  face,  O  Lord 848 

Here,  O  my  Lord,  I  see  thee  face  to. . .    876 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God 84 

Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name   210 

Holy  Father,  hear  my  cry 220 

Holy  Father,  thou  hast  taught  me 732 

Holy  Ghost,  the  Infinite 374 

Holy  Ghost !  with  light  divine 366 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  221 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  almighty.  .      96 

Holy !  holy !  hoiy !  Lord  God  of 1064 

Holy  Spirit !  gently  come 371 

Hope  of  our  hearts,  O  Lord,  appear  ...  1026 
How  are  thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord.  . .  1052 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 749 

How  beauteous  on  the  mountains  ....    891 

How  beauteous  were  the  marks 258 

How  blest  are  those,  how  truly 762 


INDEX     OF    FIRST 

HYMN 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he 942 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds. . .  674 

How  charming  is  the  place   28 

How  condescending  and  how  kind 280 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear  ....  20 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of . .  .  563 

How  gentle  God's  commands 549 

How  happy  are  they  Who  their 1090 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies  385 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 38 

How  pleased  and  blest  was  1 1 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine 165 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is 390 

How  shall  I  follow  him  I  serve 261 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  ....  170 

How  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave. . .  969 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 861 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the 823 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus 613 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  56 

How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel 257 

How  swift  the  torrent  rolls 958 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the 623 

How  tender  is  thy  hand 724 

How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies 954 

I  am  coming  to  the  cross  498 

I  am  thine,  O  Lord,  I  have  heard  .    ...  1101 

I  ask  not  now  for  gold  to  gild 729 

I  bless  the  Christ  of  God 651 

I  bless  thee,  Lord,  for  sorrows  sent  .  . .    745 

I  build  on  this  foundation 1003 

I  cannot  always  trace  the  way . .    746 

I  did  thee  wrong,  my  God 748 

I  feed  by  faith  on  Christ ;  my  bread  ...    849 

I  have  a  home  above   995 

I  hear  the  Saviour  say 410 

I  hear  the  words  of  love 840 

I  hear  thy  welcome  voice   411 

I  heard  a  voice,  the  sweetest  voice 346 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 633 

I  know  no  life  divided 1002 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives 323 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus   463 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord 35,    1092 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 65 

I  love  to  tell  the  story 414 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath .  .      90 

I'll  speak  the  honors  of  my  King 341 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger. ...   1000 

c 


LINES    OF    HYMNS.  443 

Hymn. 

I  'm  but  a  stranger  here 994 

I  'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 541 

I  need  thee  every  hour 484 

I  need  thee,  O  my  God 461 

I  once  was  a  stranger  to  grace  and. ...  619 

I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree 279 

1  saw  the  cross  of  Jesus 415 

I  sing  the  almighty  power  of  God 205 

I  stand  on  Zion's  mount 545 

I  will  sing  of  my  Redeemer 1102 

I  would  not  live  alway ;  I  ask  not  to. .  933 

If  God  is  mine,  then  present  things. ...  680 

If  human  kindness  meets  return 864 

If  life  in  sorrow  must  be  spent 742 

If  on  our  daily  "Course  our  miud 662 

If,  through  unruffled  seas ...    723 

If  you  cannot  on  the  ocean 785 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee 200 

In  every  trying  hour 744 

In  heavenly  love  abiding 556 

In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 1080 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory  .  . .  .300,  1099 

In  the  dark  and  cloudy  day 718 

In  thy  name,  O  Lord,  assembling 57 

In  time  of  fear,  when  trouble  's  near.  .  536 

In  time  of  tribulation 580 

In  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God. . .  386 

Infinite  Love  !  what  precious  stores . .  .  444 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart 665 

It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear 248 

It  is  not  death  to  die 961 

It  is  thy  hand,  my  God 721 

It  may  not  be  our  lot  to  wield 802 

Jehovah  God !  Thy  gracious  power. . .  .    207 
Jehovah  reigns ;  his  throne  is  high. ...    109 

Jerusalem !  my  happy  home ! 1009 

Jerusalem,  the  glorious 1020 

Jerusalem,  the  golden 1022 

Jesus, —  and  didst  thou  leave  the  sky . .    409 

Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be 597 

Jesus,  at  whose  supreme  command. ...    863 

Jesus,  blessed  Mediator 1019 

Jesus  calls  us,  o'er  the  tumult 867 

Jesus  comes,  his  conflict  over 309 

Jesus  demands  this  heart  of  mine 510 

Jesus,  engrave  it  on  my  heart 393 

Jesus,  hail,  enthroned  in  glory 302 

Jesus  !  I  love  thy  charming  name 612 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 520 


444 


INDEX     OF     FIRST     LINES    OF     KYMNS, 


HYMN, 

Jesus  invites  his  saints 829 

Jesus  is  gone  above  the  skies 847 

Jesus,  Jesus  !  visit  me 504 

Jesus,  keep  me  near  the  cross 459 

Jesus,  Lamb  of  God,  for  me 294 

Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye 458 

Jesus  lives !  no  longer  now 936 

Jesus !  lover  of  my  soul 505 

Jesus,  Master!  hear  me  now 833 

Jesus,  Master,  whose  I  am 618 

Jesus,  merciful  and  mild 503 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone 334 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  to  Bethlehem  came  .1107 

Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope 830 

Jesus  only,  when  the  morning 586 

Jesus !  our  best  beloved  Friend 888 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace.-.  .  801 

Jesus,  save  my  dying  soul 1082 

Jesus,  Saviour,  pilot  me 1063 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 911 

Jesus  spreads  his  banner  o'er  us 866 

Jesus,  still  lead  on 562 

Jesus,  Sun  of  righteousness 449 

Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  thee.    . . .  467 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee 614 

Jesus,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 604 

Jesus!  thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend. ...  859 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King 854 

Jesus,  thou  Joy  of  loving  hearts 598 

Jesus,  thou  source  of  calm  repose 589 

Jesus,  thy  Blood  and  Eighteousness .  . .  607 

Jesus,  thy  boundless  love  to  me 700 

Jesus!  thy  church,  with  longing  eyes. .  909 
Jesus,  thy  love  shall  we  forget  .  .267,  1093 

Jesus,  thy  name  I  love 601 

Jesus,  we  look  to  thee 825 

Jesus  we  thus  obey 844 

Jesus  wept !  those  tears  are  over 272 

Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet 74 

Jesus,  while  our  hearts  are  bleeding.  .  .  733 

Jesus,  who  knows  full  well 70 

Jesus,  who  on  his  glorious  throne 611 

Jesus,  whom  angel  hosts  adore 276 

Joy  to  the  world, — the  Lord  is  come. .  236 

Joyful  be  the  hours  to-day    306 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 457 

Keep  silence,  all  created  things 195 

Keep  us,  Lord,  oh,  keep  us  ever 157 

Laboring  and  heavy-laden 478 

C 


Hymn. 

Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears 167 

Lamb  of  God,  whose  dying  love 880 

Lead,  kindly  Light !  amid  the 734 

Lead  us,  heavenly  Father,  lead  us 135 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 436 

Let  me  be  with  thee  where  thou  art. . .  968 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say 529 

Let  party  names  no  more 826 

Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 820 

Let  us  with  a  joyful  mind 99 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue. . .  638 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice 930 

Life  has  many  a  pleasant  hour 1036 

Light  of  life,  seraphic  Fire 147 

Light  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart  ....  1 029 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling. .  755 

Like  Noah's  weary  dove 841 

Like  sheep  we  went  astray  .    395 

Like  the  eagle,  upward,  onward 790 

Lo,  God  is  here !  — let  us  adore 110 

Lo!  he  comes  with  clouds  descending.  986 

Lo!  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 384 

Lo  !  the  mighty  God  appearing 982 

Lo,  the  seal  of  death  is  breaking 1 045 

Lo!  what  a  glorious  sight  appears    . .  .1027 

Look  from  thy  sphere  of  endless  day. .  923 

Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious. .  314 

Lord,  as  to  thy  dear  cross  we  nee 266 

Lord,  at  this  closing  hour. 124 

Lord,  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie 511 

Lord,  at  thy  mercy-seat 450 

Lord,  before  thy  throne  we  bend 481 

Lord,  bid  thy  light  arise 375 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing;  Bid.  148 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing ;  Fill .  136 

Lord  God  of  Hosts,  by  all  adored 85 

Lord,  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways ...  192 

Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they. . .  677 

Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was. .  387 

[  Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine 856 

Lord,  I  believe  ;  thy  power  I  own 645 

Lord !  I  cannot  let  thee  go 62 

Lord !  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice  169 

!  Lord,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing 448 

Lord,  if  thou  thy  grace  impart 672 

Lord !  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear  .  36 

I  Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 537 

Lord  Jesus,  are  we  one  with  thee   687 

Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went. .  795 

Lord,  my  weak  thought  in  vain  would .  193 


INDEX     OF     FIRST 

Hymn. 

Lord  of  all  being;  throned  afar 191 

Lord  of  earth !  thy  forming  hand 222 

Lord  of  Hosts !  to  thee  we  raise 774 

Lord  of  mercy,  just  and  kind 514 

Lord  of  the  harvest !  hear 750 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above 11 

Lord!  thou  hast  searched  and  seen 188 

Lord,  thou  on  earth  didst  love  thine ...  822 
Lord,  thou  wilt  bring  the  joyful  day.  . .  1033 

Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven 211 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now 2 

Lord!  when  I  all  things  would  possess  .    646 

Lord,  when  my  raptured  thought 198 

Lord!  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne  22 
Lord!  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire.  .  202 
Lord!  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray.  .1051 
Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I  'd  praise .  .  .  212 
Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 566 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 268 

Make  haste,  O  man,  to  live 963 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour ....  138 
Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  .1091 
Mighty  God!  while  angels  bless  thee  .  .    316 

Mine  eyes  and  my  desire 550 

More  love  to  thee,  O  Christ 486 

Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join 254 

Mourn  for  the  thousands  slain  781 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 543 

My  blessed  Saviour,  is  thy  love 1084 

My  country !  't  is  of  thee 1059 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by  1010 

My  dear  Eedeemer  and  my  Lord 260 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee 600 

My  Father,  God!  how  sweet  the  sound   685 

My  God,  and  is  thy  table  spread 851 

My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love 657 

My  God,  how  wonderful  thou  art 648 

My  God,  my  Father! — blissful  name  .  .    703 

My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 738 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise .  .      89 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love 593 

My  God !  permit  me  not  to  be 509 

My  God !  permit  my  tongue 29 

My  God,  the  covenant  of  thy  love 684 

My  God!  the  spring  of  all  my  joys  ....  610 
My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right.  ...    668 

My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love 624 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 688 

My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt 726 

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LINES     OF    HYMNS, 


445 


Hymn. 


My  life  flows  on  in  endless  song 575 

My  opening  eyes  with  rapture  see  46 

My  Saviour!  my  almighty  Friend 348 

My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love 626 

My  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need 636 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 547 

My  soul  complete  in  Jesus  stands 528 

My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 26 

:  My  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust 166 

|  My  soul,  repeat  his  praise     725 

My  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life 548 

i  My  spirit  on  thy  care 552 

|  "  My  times  are  in  thy  hand  : " 740 

j  My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy 712 

Near  the  cross  was  Mary  weeping 285 

i  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee   485 

;  No  more,  my  God !  I  boast  no  more  . . .    469 

|  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 965 

None  but  Christ :  his  merit  hides  me.  .    587 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 382 

|  Not  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth 676 

Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth.  ...    391 

Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men 438 

i  Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord 821 

i  Not  what  these  hands  have  done 396 

.  Not  with  our  mortal  eyes 596 

Not  worthy,  Lord!  to  gather  up  the. .  .    877 

Now  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 331 

Now  be  the  gospel  banner 928 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme 533 

Now,  from  labor  and  from  care 15 

Now  God  be  with  us,  for  the  night  is .    .    131 

I  Now  is  the  accepted  time 418 

Now  let  my  soul,-  eternal  King 162 

Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 349 

Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime ...  1032 

Now  let  our  voices  join 34 

Now  thank  we  all  our  God 217 

Now  the  day  is  over 141 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song 83 

Now  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  us 337 

Now  to  the  power  of  God  supreme ....    335 
Now,  to  thy  sacred  house 12 

O,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul 669 

O,  blessed  God,  to  thee  I  raise 660 

O,  bow  thine  ear,  Eternal  One 769 

O  Bread,  to  pilgrims  given 885 

0  Christ !  our  King,  Creator,  Lord  ....  332 


446  INDEX    OF     FIRST 

HYiMN. 

0  Christ,  the  Lord  of  heaven !  to  thee . .  330 
O  Christ !  with  each  returning  morn.  .  .  40 
O,  come,  and  mourn  with  me  awhile .  .    889 

O,  could  I  find  from  day  to  day 497 

O,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth .  .  616 
O,  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly.  .1012 

O  day  of  rest  and  gladness 16 

O,  do  not  let  the  word  depart 424 

O  eyes  that  are  weary,  and  hearts.  . .  .    620 

O,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 493 

O,  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink  .    ...  1008 

O,  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 489 

O,  for  a  shout  of  joy 232 

O,  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy  347 

O,  for  a  strong,  a  lasting  faith 189 

O,  for  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray 1039 

O,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 490 

O,  for  an  overcoming  faith 950 

O,  for  that  tenderness  of  heart 492 

O,  for  the  death  of  those 947 

O,  for  the  happy  hour 917 

O,  for  the  peace  which  floweth  like  a.  .1081 

O,  gift  of  gifts !  oh,  grace  of  faith 654 

O  God,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand  .    ...  1060 

O  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand  808 

O  God,  the  Eock  of  Ages 176 

O  God,  to  us  show  mercy 224 

O  God!  we  praise  thee,  and  confess. . .    203 

O  happy  band  of  pilgrims 1005 

O,  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice.  ...    857 

O  Holy  Ghost,  the  Comforter 358 

O  holy  Saviour!  Friend  unseen  .    .....    728 

O,  how  I  love  thy  holy  law  168 

O,  if  my  soul  were  formed  for  woe. .  .  .  278 
O  Jesus,  bruised  and  wounded  more.  . .    887 

0  Jesus !  King  most  wonderful 637 

O  Jesus,  sweet  the  tears  I  shed 281 

O  Jesus,  thou  art  standing 464 

O  Jesus,  we  adore  thee 288 

O,  join  ye  the  anthems  of  triumph  ....    105 

O  Lamb  of  God !  still  keep  me 289 

O  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh 1096 

O  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content 659 

O  Lord  !  how  happy  should  we  be 561 

O  Lord,  thy  pitying  eye  surveys 767 

O  Lord,  thy  work  revive 918 

O  Love  divine !  that  stooped  to  share . .    609 

O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem 1007 

O,  not  my  own  these  verdant  hills ....      599 

O,  not  to  fill  the  mouth  of  fame 491 

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LINES    OF    HYMNS. 

Hymn. 

O  Paradise  eternal ! 1031 

O  Paradise,  O  Paradise 993 

O  sacred  Head,  now  wounded 290 

O  Saviour,  I  am  blind!   462 

O  Saviour,  who  didst  come 839 

O,  see  how  Jesus  trusts  himself 269 

O  sometimes  the  shadows  are  deep 1074 

O  Son  of  God,  in  glory  crowned 973 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God 380 

O,  still  in  accents  sweet  and  strong 798 

O  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise 913 

O,  sweetly  breathe  the  lyres  above 606 

O,  tell  me,  thou  life  and  delight 615 

O,  that  I  could  for  ever  dwell 702 

O,  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways   171 

O,  that  the  Lord's  salvation 927 

O,  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross  . .  .    855 

O,  think  of  the  home  over  there  1106 

O,  this  soul,  how  dark  and  blind 502 

O  thou  essential  Word 218 

O  thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows . .    455 

O  thou  God  who  hearest  prayer 451 

O  thou  that  hearest  prayer 379 

O  thou  whom  we  adore 914 

O  thou,  whose  bounty  fills  my  cup 709 

O  thou,  whose  mercy  guides  my  way.  . .  713 
O  thou,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands . .  760 
O  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears  ....    454 

O,  turn,  great  Euler  of  the  skies 507 

O,  turn  ye,  oh,  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye .    427 

O,  what  amazing  words  of  grace 399 

O,  what  if  we  are  Christ's 838 

O,  what  stupendous  mercy  shines 805 

O,  when  shall  I  see  Jesus 1 104 

O,  where  are  kings  and  empires  now. .    757 

O,  where  shall  rest  be  found. . .    381 

O  word  of  God  incarnate 174 

O,  worship  the  King,  all-glorious  98 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness  901 

On  Jordan's  rugged  banks  I  stand. 989 

On  mountains  and  in  valleys  177 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing 900 

Once  I  thought  my  mountain  strong ....    482 

Once  more,  before  we  part 126 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day. .    .      25 

One  cup  of  healing  oil  and  wine 806 

One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus 140 

One  prayer  I  have  —  all  prayers  in  one    710 

One  sole  baptismal  sign   752 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought 949 


INDEX    OP    FIRST    LINES    OF    HYMNS. 


447 


Hymn. 

One  there  is,  above  all  others  585 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers 518 

Onward,  Christian,  though  the  region  .  788 
Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  he  breathed ...    373 

Our  country's  voice  is  pleading 892 

Our  Father!  through  the  coming 1054 

Our  Father,  who  art  in  heaven 143 

Our  God,  our  Help  in  ages  past 964 

Our  heavenly  Father  calls 71 

Our  heavenly  Father,  hear 146 

Our  helper,  God!  we  bless  thy  name  .  .1062  i 
Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 339 

Pass  me  not,  O  gentle  Saviour 446 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive . .    704 

People  of  the  living  God  837 

"  Perfect  in  love  !  "  Lord,  can  it  be 512 

Planted  in  Christ,  the  living  vine 884 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 434 

Pour  out  thy  Spirit  from  on  high 766 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all 80,  144 

Praise,  Lord,  for  thee  in  Zion  waits  ...  49 
Praise  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above. ...  106 
Praise  the  Saviour,  ye  who  know  him  .1075 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise 1050 

Praise  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator 104 

Praise  ye  the  Lord ;  exalt  his  name ...  42 
Praise  ye  the  Lord ;  my  heart  shall.  ...  86 
Praise  ye  the  Lord !  —  't  is  good  to  raise.  8  7 
Praise  waits  in  Zion,  Lord!  for  thee.  .  92 
Prayer  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man. ...       68 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 67 

Prepare  us,  Lord,  to  view  thy  cross. .  .    860 

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus!  at  thy  feet 471 

Purer  yet,  and  purer 581 

Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart 642 

Rejoice  in  God  alway 653 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  believers 1021 

Rejoice !  the  Lord  is  king 299 

Rejoice  to-day  with  one  accord 216 

Return,  my  roving  heart,  return 506 

Return,  O  wanderer,  to  thy  home 419 

Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise 322 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings  .  939 

Rise,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path 535 

Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me 871,  874 

Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean 776 

Safely  through  another  week 13 

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HYMN. 

Salvation  is  for  ever  nigh 696 

Salvation  !  —  oh,  the  joyful  sound 401 

Saviour,  again  to  thy  dear  name  we. . .  128 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing  .  139 

Saviour,  happy  would  I  be 643 

Saviour !  I  follow  on 487 

Saviour,  in  thy  mysterious  presence. . .  879 

Saviour  King,  in  hallowed  union 816 

Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us 815 

Saviour,  more  than  life  to  me 568 

Saviour  of  our  ruined  race 883 

Saviour!  teach  me  day  by  day 631 

Saviour,  thy  dying  love 488 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation. ...    897 

Saviour,  when,  in  dust,  to  thee 501 

Saviour!  who  thy  flock  art  feeding.  ...  817 

Scorn  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed. .  796 

Searcher  of  hearts!  from  mine  erase.  .  495 

See  a  poor  sinner,  dearest  Lord 470 

See!  how  great  a  flame  aspires 929 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands  . .  .  809 

See,  the  Conqueror  mounts  in 313 

See  the  eternal  Judge  descending 974 

Servant  of  God,  well  done , 962 

Shall  we  gather  at  the  river 1087 

Shepherd!  with  thy  tenderest  love. . .  .  634 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly 247 

Show  pity,  Lord !  O  Lord !  forgive 468 

Since  Jesus  is  my  Friend 594 

Sing,  all  ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord  ....  542 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  our  Might 94 

Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand.  .  23 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die 425 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message.  . .  433 

So  fades  the  lovely,  blooming  flower. .  .  945 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 664 

Softly  and  tenderly  Jesus  is  calling  ...  1110 

Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray 5 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day 129 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise 579 

Sometimes  a  light  surprises 555 

Son  of  God!  to  thee  I  cry 872 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang 107 

Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise. .  . .  907 
Soon  will  the  heavenly  Bridegroom.  .  .1025 

Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation 521 

Sovereign  of  worlds  !  display  thy 912 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed 782 

Speak  to  me,  Lord,  thyself  reveal 27 

Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord 156 


448  INDEX     OF    FIRST 

Hymn. 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears .  524 

Stand  up !  —  Stand  up  for  Jesus 557 

Still,  still  with  thee,  my  God 120 

Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait. . .  .  389 

Sun  of  my  soul !  thou  Saviour  dear. ...  112 

Sure  the  "blest  Comforter  is  nigh 355 

Surely  Christ  thy  griefs  hath  borne.  . .  452 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of . .  73 

Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve 149 

Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace 197 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King  .  43 

Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord 54 

Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go 142 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing. . .  869 

Sweet  the  time,  exceeding  sweet  50 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt. .  .  496 

Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows  ...  628 
Sweetly,  Lord,  have  we  heard  thee  . .  .1098 

Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song 1049 

Take  me,  O  my  Father,  take  me ! 460 

Take  my  heart,  O  Father!  take  it 868 

"  Take  up  thy  cross,"  the  Saviour. .    . .  803 

Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour 747 

Tell  me  the  old,  old  story 413 

Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand 1006 

Tender  Shepherd,  thou  hast  stilled 935 

Thank  and  praise  Jehovah's  name . . .  100 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come 987 

The  church  has  waited  long 959 

The  church's  one  foundation 771 

The  day  is  past  and  gone,  Great  God.  .  122 

The  day  is  past  and  gone,  The 123 

The  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent 119 

The  day  of  praise  is  done 125 

The  day  of  rest  once  more  comes 6 

The  day  of  resurrection 340 

The  day  of  wrath!  that  dreadful  day. .  981 

The  God  of  Abraham  praise 95 

The  golden  gates  are  lifted  up 324 

The  harvest  dawn  is  near 546 

The  head  that  once  was  crowned 328 

The  heavens  declare  his  glory 175 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  . .  158 

The  King  of  saints, — how  fair  his  face .  345 

The  Lord  descended  from  above 231 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want  ...  564 

" The  Lord  is  risen  indeed" 318 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare ....  8 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 595 

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LINES    OF    HYMNS. 

Hymn. 

'  The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 91 

.  The  Lord,  our  God,  is  full  of  might 194 

1  The  Lord  shall  come !  the  earth  shall. .    984 
The  Lord 's  my  Shepherd,  I  '11  not  want.    602 

The  mercies  of  my  God  and  King 1069 

The  mistakes  of  my  life  are  many 447 

The  morning  light  is  breaking 895 

The  peace  which  God  alone  revea>s. . .    115 

The  people  of  the  Lord 544 

The  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod 764 

The  prize  is  set  before  us 1078 

I  The  promises  I  sing 150 

I  The  roseate  hues  of  early  dawn. 998 

The  sands  of  time  are  sinking  1037 

The  Saviour  bids  thee  watch  and 667 

The  Saviour  kindly  calls 812 

The  Saviour!  oh,  what  endless 270 

The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war 799 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high 183 

The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word  ...    173 

The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts 441 

The  starry  firmament  on  high  161 

The  swift  declining  day 118 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  Escape. .    402 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Name 1055 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  Strength,  my 591 

There  is  a  blessed  home 1043 

There  is  a  book  that  all  may  read 201 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood. .    398 

There  is  a  holy  city 1042 

There  is  a  house  not  made  with 991 

There  is  a  land  immortal 1030 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 997 

There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place 683 

There  is  an  hour  of  hallowed  peace. .  .1011 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 1013 

There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  part. .  . .    743 

There  is  no  night  in  heaven 1040 

There  were  ninety  and  nine  that 403 

There  's  a  land  that  is  fairer  than  day.  1105 
There  's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy. . .  214 
They  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace. ...       64 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we 44 

Thine  for  ever !  God  of  love 834 

Thine  holy  day  's  returning 17 

Think  gently  of  the  erring  one 800 

This  child  we  dedicate  to  thee 813 

This  is  not  my  plaee  of  resting 1015 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made ...  "19 
This  place  is  holy  ground 971 


INDEX    OF    FIRST 

HYMN. 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave !  but  we...  934 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high 319 

Thou  art  my  hiding-place,  O  Lord.    ...  686 

Thou  art  the  Way;  to  thee  alone 265 

Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb  ....  1100 

Thou,  from  whom  we  never  part 152 

Thou  lovely  Source  of  true  delight. . .  161 

Thou  my  everlasting  portion 1103 

Thou,  O  Lord,  in  tender  love 516 

Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart 466 

Thou  very  present  Aid 691 

Thou  who  art  enthroned  above 103 

Thou  who  didst  on  Calvary  bleed 293 

Thou  who  roll'st  the  year  around 1047 

Thou !  whose  almighty  word 369 

Though  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go 565 

Though  I  speak  with  angel  tongues . . .  641 

Though  now  the  nations  sit  beneath. .  905 

Though  sorrows  rise  and  dangers  ....  635 

Though  troubles  assail,  and  dangers. .  574 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of 671 

Through  every  age,  eternal  God 943 

Through  sorrow's  night,  and 951 

Through  the  love  of  God  our 519 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on 116 

Thy  Father's  house  !  thine  own 1034 

Thy  home  is  with  the  humble,  Lord. . .  480 

Thy  mighty  working,  mighty  God 1038 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord 727 

Thy  way,  O  Lord,  is  in  the  sea 206 

Thy  will  be  done !  I  will  not  fear 736 

Thy  will  be  done  !  in  devious  way 730 

"  Till  he  come  ;  "  oh,  let  the  words 873 

Time  is  winging  us  away 940 

Time,  thou  speedest  on  but  slowly. . .  .1018 

'T  is  a  point  I  long  to  know 499 

'T  is  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 661 

'"T  is  finished ! "—  so  the  Saviour 274 

'T  is  God  the  Spirit  leads 365 

'T  is  midnight ;  and  on  Olive's  brow  . .  273 

'T  is  my  happiness  below 720 

'T  is  not  a  cause  of  small  import 761 

'T  is  not  that  I  did  choose  thee 178 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son. .... .  81 

To  God  the  only  wise 121 

To  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord 852 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 296 

To  thee,  my  God  and  Saviour 639 

To  thee,  0  God,  we  raise 219 

To  thv  pastures  fair  and  large 4 

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LINES    OF    HYMNS.  449 

Hymn. 

To  thy  temple  we  repair 3 

To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born 237 

To-day  the  Saviour  calls 1073 

Together  with  these  symbols,  Lord 858 

Traveling  to  the  better  land 573 

Trembling  before  thine  awful  throne. .    477 

Triumphant,  Lord,  thy  goodness 228 

Triumphant  Zion,  lift  thy  head 921 

'T  was  by  an  order  from  the  Lord 159 

'T  was  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night.    845 
'T  was  the  day  when  God's  Anointed  . .    287 

Unshaken  as  the  sacred  hill 571 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb 966 

Upon  the  gospel's  sacred  page 163 

L'pward  I  lift  mine  eyes 701 

Vain  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men. . .  388 

Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu 479 

Vainly  through  night's  weary  hours. .  .  791 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame 967 

Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord 584 

Wait,  O  my  soul!  thy  Maker's  will 182 

Wake,  O  my  soul,  and  hail  the  morn. .    255 
Wake !  the  welcome  day  appeareth. . . .    778 

Walk  in  the  light !  so  shalt  thou 655 

Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night 932 

We  are  on  our  journey  home 1035 

We  are  watching,  we  are  waiting 787 

We  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name 763 

We  bless  thee  for  thy  peace,  O  God 697 

We  come,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne.  .1053 

We  give  immortal  praise 230 

We  give  thee  but  thine  own 780 

We  may  not  climb  the  heavenly 271 

We  praise  thee   O  God  !  for  the  Son. .  .1079 

1  We  shall  see  Him,  in  our  nature 304 

We  stand  in  deep  repentance 465 

We  would  see  Jesus  —  for  the  shadows.    878 

Weary,  Lord,  of  struggling  here 483 

Weeping  will  not  save  me 430 

Welcome,  delightful  morn 10 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 30 

What  a  Friend  we  have  in  Jesus 567 

What  cheering  words  are  these 692 

What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 338 

What  finite  power,  with  ceaseless  toil . .    190 

What  grace,  O  Lord,  and  beauty 264 

What  is  life  ?  't  is  but  a  vapor 956 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 186 


450  INDEX    OF    FIRST 

Hymn. 

What  sinners  value  I  resign 955 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet 77 

When  adverse  winds  and  waves  arise. .  706 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God 187 

When  along  life's  thorny  road 717 

When,  as  returns  this  solemn  day.    . .  53 

When  downward  to  the  darksome  tomb .  952 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view.  708 

When  God,  of  old,  came  down  from  .  .  370 

When  human  hopes  all  wither 886 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 682 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross.    .'.  275 

When  I  view  my  Saviour  bleeding 283 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay 807 

When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still. .  242 

When  languor  and  disease  invade 711 

When,  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere ...  259 

When,  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain . .  241 

When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past. .  714 

When  my  last  hour  is  close  at  hand. . .  977 

When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 835 

When,  overwhelmed  with  grief  699 

When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe. .  716 

When,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death. ...  988 

When  sins  and  fears,  prevailing,  rise. .  527 

When,  streaming  from  the  eastern  ....  9 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt.  957 

When  waves  of  trouble  round  me  swell .  715 

Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands .  75 

Where  the  woodman's  axe  is  ringing  .  .  899 

Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord .  59 

While  in  sweet  communion  feeding. ...  865 

While  Jesus  whispers  to  you  1095 


LINES    OF    HYMNS. 

I  While  my  Redeemer  's  near  

While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks . 

While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power  . 

While  we  lowly  bow  before  thee 

While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun. 

Who  are  these  in  bright  array 

!  Who  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom  .  . 
|  Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn . . 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  ' 

!  Why  is  thy  faith,  O  child  of  God 

I  Why  on  the  bending  willows  hung. . . 

Why  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow. 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King . . . 

Why  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die . 

Why  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares . . . 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue 
I  With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh 
:  With  deepest  reverence  at  thy  throne . 
j  With  heavenly  power,  O  Lord,  defend 

j  With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day 

j  With  joy  we  lift  our  eyes  

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud. 

With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming 

J  Work  while  it  is  to-day 

j  Would  you  win  a  soul  to  God 


hymw. 

.  578 
.  238 
.  185 
•  153 
.1048 
.  999 
.  310 
.  679 
'.  953 
.1083 
.  922 
.  970 
.  359 
.  941 
.  423 
.  233 
.  456 
.  180 
.  768 
.  24 
.  33 
.1068 
.  508 
.  783 
.  779 
.    443 


;  Ye  angels !  who  stand  round  the  throne .  625 

;  Ye  messengers  of  Christ 775 

;  Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master 97 

;  Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints 553 


Zion  !  awake,  thy  strength  renew  . 


906 


INDEX  OF  TUNES  IN  SUPPLEMENT. 


Page. 

Are  You  Washed? 426 

Arouuri  The  Throne. C.  M 417 

Bealoth S.  M.D..  416 

Beautiful  River 8s,  7s —  413 

Blessed  Assurance.. P.  M 426 

Close  to  Thee P.  M....  423 

Draw  me  Nearer P.  M 421 

Eshtemoa 7s 410 

Follow  Me P.  M 414 

Footsteps  of  Jesus P.  M 418 

Gloria  in  Excelsis 407 

Gloria  Patri 404 

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Page. 

God  he  with  you 419 

I  do  believe CM 413 

Just  Now 407 

Lang  Syne CM.  D..  416 

My   Redeemer 8s,  7s 422 

Oh,  how  I  love  Jesus. C  M 420 

Palmer 7s,  4s 417 

Praise P.  M 406 

Rest  for  the  Weary  .  .8s,  7s 409 

Revive  us  again 409 

Rowley lis,  9s...  415 

Seeking  for  me P.M....  425 


Page. 
Softlv  and  tenderly  ....P.  M  ..  427 

St.  Agnes C  M  ..  411 

Sweet  By  and  By P.  M  . .  424 

Sweet  Home lis 414 

The  Cross  of  Christ.... 8s,  7s  ..  420 
The  Home  over  there. .  .8s,  9s  . .  425 
The  Rock  that  is  higher.  P.  M  ..  406 

Till  Jesus  comes C  M..  418 

To-day 6s,  48..  405 

Triumph 408 

Wondrous  Love P.  M..  412 


